Cradle To The Grave
11-26-2015, 09:41 PM
The day was cold, and the snow on the ground had lightened her mood. Past problems forgotten, the femme moved towards the North with a carefree grin on her face. She missed the reindeer, missed her siblings yet again. She had been in the midst of planning something with Sabine, promising to meet her in the North come winter. Well, now it was time to make good on that promise and leave the East! Her heart was beating strongly in her chest, breath flowing outward with mist. She was excited. The femme was a being all her own, that was for certain. She would press on through the snow, across the mountain that she could have perhaps better wandered around. There was a scent along with the snow, of a male, and it wouldn't be too long before Sunniva crossed his tracks. What a lonely existence it must be up here. The femme would perk her ears forward, lowering her head to sniff at the track. She'd breathe out then, raising her head and letting out a long, low howl. Would the owner of the tracks howl back? Or would she merely need to track him down to find him? |