From one end of Alacritis to another. Aksel was covering ground like a pro, navigating through a plethora of terrains to give the North one last once over before he headed back to the south territories. It might seem like a lot of travel for not very much gain but the rogue didn't have much else to do. It wasn't like he had a pack or anything to boss him around. And that was the way he liked it! Tail up and waving like a banner Aksel skidded across the ice to the strange…. formation up ahead. It was basically like a rock formation but of a stranger material speaking to the time when creatures called humans existed.
Stepping deftly through the cave entrance, Aksel went sniffing about. Seemed to be a popular place with a lot of wolves. Perhaps he could find some company? Hoping up on a soft spot piled with blankets, Aksel sent to rolling joyfully, bouncing on the strange creaky, springy surface.
Sabine had taken up residence inside the ship. It was a fascinating place, full of many passages and countless oddities. She'd spent days wandering the narrow halls. Nothing had escaped her scrutiny. She'd tasted and scratched and prodded at everything of interest. Her greatest discovery had been shelf after shelf of metal cylinders. After much effort she'd managed to tear one open. While the contents weren't the best tasting things, she'd found them to be edible and after much experimentation had come to favor a few different kinds. Of course it was nearly impossible to determine what she was opening as she was opening it, so each meal she made out of the stored foods had been a surprise.
As she returned from one such mystery meal, Sabine was surprised to find the scent of a young male wafting down the passageway that led to one of the comfier quarters. Of course she followed it; her hackles lifting cautiously as she did so. She'd started to get used to this place; started to get kind of attached to it. This brute wasn't trespassing, Sabine had no claim to the ship, but that didn't keep her from feeling protective.
The groaning of the springs helped her pinpoint the brute's location. She stood in the doorway of the chamber and "stared" in, her face lifting in the direction of the bed. ”Making ourselves comfortable, are we?”
Lost in his revelry Aksel didn't notice the young woman approach until she spoke. Mid-bounce, Aksel startled and was unable to recover as he landed on the floor in a splayed mess with a yelp. Embarassed he quickly pulled himself together, smoothing out the fur on his chest as he turned to the woman, tail extending elegantly out behind him. "Quite comfortable indeed, this is the strangest cave I've ever seen! Tell me miss, do you live here? It's quite something." As he talked he was moving about the cabin, nose sniffing about as he perused everything he could reach. Hoping up on a nearby ledge he stretched himself out. "I'm Aksel Frost by the way, who are you?"
