Land of Ice
11-25-2016, 02:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2016, 02:21 PM by Luna.)
Luna wished to explore further. And thus she came across the Sparse Pines in North Boreas.
From the cold riverbed she of the Marble Wash she made her way southward. Here her paws left prints in the continuous bounty of white that blanketed the land. A cold and frozen land of ice. Where scents she felt were a bit more difficult to decipher as if they too might have been frozen and unreachable. No, she believed they were only fainter because the wind was far more harsh and the elements weakened them quicker than the lighter breeze.
Lifting her head she gazed through her bi-colored irises and spotted trees ahead. Great pines rising from the earth crust itself, covered by the heavy snows of winters tough love. Only a few stood tall and ancient while the rest were but tiny saplings, their growth stunted by what she could only determine had to be far shorter growing seasons compared to elsewhere. And she doubted all of the growing saplings would ever make it to the height of their mother trees.
However, she believed they might help her escape the icy chill winds. Particularly if they grew fiercer still.
As she approached the sparse grouping of petite trees, for they didn't stand nearly half as tall as those her eyes had before espied in the territories she had passed in her young life before arriving in Boreas itself.
Only a lingering scent, fresh and unfamiliar caused her to halt in her own tracks. Another wolf and nearby. "Hello?" She called out, her gaze narrowed, for the winds continued to blast, sending icy bits of crystalized water at her countenance.
From the cold riverbed she of the Marble Wash she made her way southward. Here her paws left prints in the continuous bounty of white that blanketed the land. A cold and frozen land of ice. Where scents she felt were a bit more difficult to decipher as if they too might have been frozen and unreachable. No, she believed they were only fainter because the wind was far more harsh and the elements weakened them quicker than the lighter breeze.
Lifting her head she gazed through her bi-colored irises and spotted trees ahead. Great pines rising from the earth crust itself, covered by the heavy snows of winters tough love. Only a few stood tall and ancient while the rest were but tiny saplings, their growth stunted by what she could only determine had to be far shorter growing seasons compared to elsewhere. And she doubted all of the growing saplings would ever make it to the height of their mother trees.
However, she believed they might help her escape the icy chill winds. Particularly if they grew fiercer still.
As she approached the sparse grouping of petite trees, for they didn't stand nearly half as tall as those her eyes had before espied in the territories she had passed in her young life before arriving in Boreas itself.
Only a lingering scent, fresh and unfamiliar caused her to halt in her own tracks. Another wolf and nearby. "Hello?" She called out, her gaze narrowed, for the winds continued to blast, sending icy bits of crystalized water at her countenance.