Sakaar had lead her astray.

No longer surrounded by endless, sprawling snow-laden fields. Where harsh blizzards tore at her monochromatic pelt. No longer did the snow and ice build up in betwixt her ivory paws, sting her pale eyes or slash her nose. No, instead she found herself in a decaying canopy of spiraling, never-ending trees. Dark routs seemed to sprawl endlessly through thick, frosty furna. The earth was sodden and easily pliable to her slender paws. The air was thick and cool, droplets of snow drifted down and pooled below. It was a tranquil and quiet place. But one she did not like. The trees were too closely packed-claustrophobic and suffocating.

"Sakaar, be a dear and see what lays before us?" Tranquil voice whispered to her companion, who's ebon' wings flashed with a hint of navy in the dappled sunlight. The raven squared and climbed high up into the canopy, leaving her alone with her thoughts. For now.

How long would it be 'till she could find others? How long until she could find an adequate place to settle? Her paws ached and legs throbbed, craving respite and reprieve. But she would not stop, nor rest... until she found her true calling.

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It had been a while since he’d ventured north, and he had half a mind to check out the bridge Aurielle had mentioned. As well, it could be a chance to scout Winterfell, see if their northern ally still stood, considering how little contact there’d been from the northern pack. He paused as Chrystal floated down from the canopy, coming to land on his armor-clad withers with a soft click of her beak, silvery blue eyes blinking as her head swiveled ahead in that odd way owls had. They had become so attuned that he didn’t need to ask her what it was. Each click, each movement was a sentence in and of itself. He nodded quietly and padded onward, bi-chocolate tail flicking level with his hips as a soft spot in the snow sank unexpectedly and he rocked his weight back to adjust and avoid falling flat on his chin. He was eager for spring to show itself. Even in their western home, Valhalla had yet to see a true thaw. And he’d been hearing reports of bizarre creatures from Lyr, Ardyn’s raven, and from Chrystal herself. Chrys hadn’t been urgent in her warning of someone ahead, so he doubted it was one of those, thankfully. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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Intruder! Sakaar's crow perked her ears, sharpened pale eyes. The winds that howled around them seemed to tell a thousand tales, glints of others here and there; the tantalising tastes of prey and predator. Old and new. However, she could not source anything fresh-anything alarming. Ivory brows furrowed over dark lashes as Sakaar began his decent. North! Quickly, sharply, as if stuck-her attention turned to where the stranger was last sighted.

Doused in chocolate, mottled by ebon and ivory-the other was larger. Eyes of the ocean calmly peered back at her. Swallowing down the urge to hiss an unfriendly greeting; she forced a smile upon those delicate lips, dipping her head. "Greetings," Her tone was neutral and of course, she was sure to maintain a respectable distance between them. The first face in a new land-one that was oddly striking. And dare she say handsome. "Pretty." Her eyes drifted to the male's companion that warily glanced her own way. Tsk. So obedient.

A dark ear flickered as Sakaar landed upon her shoulder, ruffling his blue-tinted feathers.

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Soon enough, the woman came into sight. She was black, painted in slate blues and white, and he, observant as he was, caught the moment she forced a smile onto her features. He judged her to be maybe a few inches taller than his Spirit, and colder. To her greetings, he nodded, answering with a polite, “Lady. Hope the day finds you well.” Though he was polite, there was a clear, genuine nature to his words, and when he smiled, the expression touched his eyes with a glint. His brow points cocked upward at her second word, a half-smile quirking over his features as he glanced back over his shoulder at Chrys. “She is, and a good friend.” The barn owl gave him a look before adding, “There was a herd of reindeer a ways off that I could see, if you were considering bringing something home to the pack.”. Her voice was soft and raspy, natural for her kind and accented with something exotic, and he nodded thoughtfully, then glanced at the woman, head cocking in consideration. Her scent carried no pack’s signature, only the raven that settled on her shoulder. “If you’d care to hunt, Lady, I don’t mind sharing some of the kill.” It was an offer, but her choice whether she participated. He was skilled enough to hunt alone if needed, especially with the ingenuity of digging traps and driving the herd into it if need be. The wind fluttered the hem of his cloak, biting as always, but he ignored it, though he was alert for any scents that suggested a predator or prey animal arriving on the scene.... you just never knew in these lands. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He reminded her of earth, much like the docile forest that surrounded them. “Lady. Hope the day finds you well.” Polite. The words spoken caused a curl within her forced smile-lady ah, yes. It had indeed been a while since she was addressed, Princess and your Grace were the official monikers. But at least he refrained from the vile word often thrown her way; wench. "Anything but, if not slightly dull." Her tone was as politely forced as his own, if he had enough common sense to show respect, then of course she would do the same!

“She is, and a good friend.” Pale gaze followed the male's to his feline companion. Indeed she was inclined to agree; speckled with ash and painted with snow. A rare sight to see such a beast tamed. But not a rare sight from the frozen lands she was born within. A blue-frosted brow rose at his words, though. Friend. Would she consider Sakaar as such? "Tell me, how did you tame such a lovely beast?" There was a glint within her eye was her all-too innocent smile and hopeful gaze set back upon his own.


If you’d care to hunt, Lady, I don’t mind sharing some of the kill.” But another feathered-friend soon informed him, Amadéa jerked her snow-kissed chin upwards, gesturing for Sakaar to take heed and scout ahead. "That would be most beneficial." With more able bodies than one, they would surely be able to bring down something worthwhile. "It would be a pleasure. Please, lead the way." Well, she was a fan of the means and ways of socialism-polite and respectful.

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