Friends call me Snow Miser

N/A · 01-16-2016, 10:49 PM

A hunting partner huh? Now there was an idea. Bernadette could feel a slight stirring in her stomach, a pang of hunger, at the mere mention of the task. Breakfast sounded good about now, and if they worked together they could surely bring down a meal big enough for themselves and then some. What their potential prey might be this morning she wasn’t sure, but goose and hare definitely was off the menu. Something bigger, meatier, was taking the place instead and she honestly couldn’t complain.

“A pleasure, Neither. Call me Joker, a mere Karl of the pack at the moment.” The femme would let out a soft chuckle. “But there is time yet to become more active within Yfir, no?” She couldn’t remember offhand what Neith’s rank necessarily meant for her place in the pack. But knowing she was Laufey’s was enough of a warning for Bernadette to mind her manners.

“What did you have in mind for some potential prey?” Bernadette would ask, her bi-colored hues lingering on purple ones.

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