I don't care, go on and tear me apart

The north called to Oracle like a moth to a flame. Boreas almost seemed to welcome her, heralding her arrival with winter’s embrace. Bubo flew high above her, his large wings helping him navigate through the thick white snowflakes that fell from the heavens. Oracle moved with purpose, originally seeking the cove where she had spent much of her childhood. Yet... The girl paused, one paw in the air. A scent, though faint in the snowfall, caught her attention. It was when she found the tracks of the other wolf that she truly began to get eager. She knew it was too much to hope for a family member when they’d been broken for so long... But perhaps she’d be able to something new here in Boreas.

The female glanced up, calling to her companion. “Yo grumpy-feathers, find anything?” He could see far better than she could after all. Rather than shout down to her Bubo descended, landing upon Oracle’s back rather forcefully as he let out a huff. Bubo wasn’t the friendly creature, but he stuck with Oracle all the same. Their friendship was a confusing one... But it worked.

“Aye. A vessel up yonder it looks like. Seems the tracks head that way.” Oracle gave a small nod, used to the talons of the owl digging into her sides whenever her settled upon her back. They looked a strange pair moving through the snow, though Oracle moved with great purpose towards her destination.

Upon arriving to the ship she didn’t even hesitate. She made her way up the rickety ramp and onto the vessel, scenting the planks to find out where the wolf was that had passed this way. Finally she spotted him, just under one of the overhangs that protected him slightly from the weather. The female furrowed her brow, approaching him. Yet she stopped a safe distance away, calling to him. “You alright?”