Killing Me Softly
08-17-2016, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-22-2016, 08:31 AM by Ásvor.)
Things around Yfir were quiet as of late. While she was usually happy staying in familiar lands, she couldn't help but feel more restless now. The anxiety had begun to build in the very center of her being, forcing her away from home and toward places she had yet to explore. Though she missed spending time with her siblings, and with wolves like her - she knew she could learn just as much away from home. With the rapidly warming weather, the world seemed much more navigable and she was content to let her paws bring her wherever they pleased. Today, she found herself heading toward one particular lake. She'd been here before, but it seemed much.. less threatening now. Though the lake had not fully thawed yet, and perhaps might never thaw completely, the tall pillars of ice still stood.. though they seemed much smaller than she remembered. Curious gaze lifted to search the skies overhead as she moved closer to the lake's edge. Humming something softly under her breath, a tune that only existed within her head, she caught whiff of someone. Someone familiar.. Eyes narrowed as she searched the area, finally spotting a russet-hued boy on the ice. Not walking, but.. laying? He looked way too happy. It took her a moment to remember who he was, as she approached him, tail flicking behind her. Another quick sniff of the air solidified his memory. "Lionel," Asvor called out, her voice sweet, and a grin tugging at the corners of her lips as she closed the distance between them, padding along the slick frozen lake. "Strange to see you so far from your home." Not that she knew much about him, only that his home was much further south than this. |
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