[aw] looking

"Damn it, damn it."

A voice behind her echoed. Sparrow turned, minty eyes wide. At first, her mind went to Ashmedai. Could he have returned? What about her aunt? No, she wouldn't use such language. Could it be anyone from Imperium? Surely someone from the pack remained somewhere...

It wasn't Ashmedai, not Rhythm, nor anyone she knew. There was a large, monochrome wolf that was brutish in all but scent. The small girl couldn't help but snort as the other shook snow off herself before noticing she wasn't alone. She offered a greeting and Sparrow had to pretend she wasn't just laughing, "Yeah, hey there." A small smile tugged at her lips.

"This really is the worst part of the season, isn't it?" Sparrow shook off her back leg, slinging sloshy snow as if to prove a point, "Nothing grows and the snow loses its crunch." The small woman didn't move much other than to adjust her weight. She looked around the barren range. She was forgetting something, wasn't she? She totally was. After a second, it dawned on her, "Oh! I'm Sparrow, by the way."