Friends call me Snow Miser

*Neith* · 01-25-2016, 01:04 PM

This she wolf seemed just as eager as herself for a bite to eat that morning. While she didn't have a particular goal in mind she would have liked to get some food for her and her partner as well as bring a meal back for her daughter and the girl's father. Her attention would linger on the red marked woman, as she was told to call her 'joker.' While Neith thought the nickname slightly odd she wouldn't show it, with a nod she would accept the name as well as the mention of activity. Their conversation wouldn't linger on her rank but instead would naturally slow to the task at hand. Hunting for the pack. "With just the two of us we shouldn't go too big.." she'd start as Neith thought about what they could target. "Maybe the mountain sheep have left the cliff tops." She didn't enjoy climbing too high to get a taste of mountain goat meat, sometimes they strayed lower in the valleys when the storms became too rough. When they were closer to sea level they were easier to catch, versus being on the dangerous cliffs and precipices of the mountain.
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