Friends call me Snow Miser
11-30-2015, 09:56 PM
Bernadette would move outside of her den early in the morning. It was cold, the brisk temperature making her feel a bit lethargic. But that was no good! The woman had to move. She would feel her body shiver slightly as she felt the snow underpaw. This was her birth season. “Welcome home, mister snow.” The femme would whisper, her voice gentle. She would wear a slight smile. Bodice would pull away from the den, going deeper into Yfir lands. Perhaps she ought to find a sparring partner, or perhaps someone who would do well with a hunt. A small hunt could never hurt and well, spars were never out of place. The one against the woman, Birna, had been a wonderful one. Now if only she could discover that strength among her packmates she’d truly be happy. She didn’t doubt it was there, it was just going to take a little coaxing to bring it out. |