A Cold Cloud...

N/A · 06-13-2013, 03:36 AM

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How long had she been trudging through this frozen wasteland? Too damn long, that?s for sure. Feral had been born and raised in the mountains, having left before she could experience a true winter within the depths of the peaks. All her life, all she had known was warmth. And yet there she was, wandering through a valley of glaciers, chest deep in an endless sea of powdery snow. The youth was a creature of pride, so she would never willingly admit to just how taxing moving through the frozen substance truly was. No, she would simply keep trekking, head and tail held high, orange eyes blazing in silent determination. No way was some solidified water going to best her, not so long as her name was Feral. And, well, it was, last time she checked.

She couldn?t even recall her reasoning for heading north in the first place. Something about a stranger commenting on how rigorous the terrain was? The darkly hued she-wolf wasn?t above admitting that her thirst for a challenge often got the better of her. Nor was she ashamed to acknowledge that maybe, just this once, she should?ve let sleeping dogs lie?or, in this case, stayed the hell out of Dodge.

Just as she was reaching the crest of yet another hill?how many where there, I mean really-- the wind shifted, practically throwing a foreign scent right in her face with its howling intensity. Hmm, and here she?d thought she?d been the only one reckless enough to brave the elements that particular day. Looking down from her vantage point, she could just make out the snow crusted form of another wolf, its earthy coat nearly lost within the unforgiving blanket of white. The brute didn?t look like he was doing so hot?hah, a pun?and judging from the way he was practically face-planted into the snow, he wouldn?t be moving much farther. Now, she was no expert on cold weather, but the idea of staying still in such an unforgiving place couldn?t be good. Didn?t the guy know he was doomed to become a wolf-cicle if he didn?t get up? Apparently not.

For some reason beyond her depth of understanding, she felt compelled to help the brute. Feral very rarely showed her caring side, and for it to be rearing its ugly head for a stranger of all things was a mind blowing concept. And yet there she was, making her way towards him as quickly as her long legs would allow, a curious fire glowing in her eyes. "Oi, buddy, you alright?" came her inquiry, her tone just as clear and commanding as ever. Now that she was able to get a closer look as him, she could see just how violently he was shaking. The guy looked like he?d been through hell and back, before being tossed in a puddle or two. Pathetic, to say the least. But it only tugged at her heartstrings all the more?darnnit, why did she even care in the first place? With a defeated sigh, Feral crouched down in the snow beside the soaked stranger, pressing her warm flank against his chilled one in hopes of transferring some of her body heat through the contact. Hopefully he wouldn't kick the bucket just yet; she wasn?t too keen on wasting her time on a lost cause.

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