They Call Her A Killer, A Sinner, And A Whore

Almost home. His trip up north on his quasi pilgrimage had been to say the least, interesting as he had meet a woman named Lyre in Ebony's old lands. And interesting got more interesting as the night went on and he could've sworn now that he thought about it that there was a bit of a spring in his step as he left Lyre in the morning. The cold of winter still followed him, the temperatures far more chilly than when he had decided to begin this little roundabout of the lands to take a break from family life and have some time to himself. Now he was settled in for the remaining days it would take to get back to the fjord and his family as he lay down in the orchard. Truth be told he would've wanted to go back to The Range and sleep somewhere familiar one last time but his journey didn't require that detour and would only put more wear on his paws.

The Orchard did fit the job nicely as he rested his chin on his paws and rested in seclusion. With a burst of branches the dark furred female made her prescience known as he started quickly to his paws to watch the display across the small clearing resolve itself as the she-wolf snapped at vines and pulled them hard enough to send the foliage's ice everywhere as the contorting vegetation was shaken and whipped. For a moment Nako stared at the pelt and felt an inkling of familiarity before he ceased the thoughts had opened his muzzle. "Having fun?" It didn't particularly sound as sarcastic as it could've been. Besides, who was he to interrupt another's enjoyment and merriment in life even if it was being performed by a woman such as this and not a pup or yearling?