I'm Too Much!
11-30-2015, 09:59 PM
Gods, why had she come up this way? Her wandering had been aimless and unending lately, but why had she felt the need to come up north in the middle of winter? She fluffed out her fur grumpily, trudging on through the snow. She had never really been fond of the cold. At least her fur was naturally fairly thick so she wasn't too awfully cold, but it still wasn't all that pleasant either. All she wanted was somewhere to rest for the night and then she could head back down south in the morning so she'd never have to be in such bitter cold again. She spotted the ship up ahead and she was glad for a moment that her memory of the lands was still pretty sharp. Hera was making her way toward the huge metal contraption, thinking that she could at least get out of the wind if nothing else, suddenly she noticed a ball of black and red fur right before she was going to put her paw down right on top of whoever it was. She stumbled back a couple of steps to keep herself from stepping on them, one brow pulling up quizzically. The wolf was curled into a ball, the snow coming up on either side of her and making it so she hadn't seen her until she was practically on top of her. "What in the world are you doing? I nearly stepped on you! Why would you want to lay in the snow?" |