Tooth and Claw

*Pyralis* · (This post was last modified: 03-04-2017, 12:17 PM by Pyralis.)

Don't say another word
Some things are better kept silent

Pyralis woke in a good mood, in that warm lull of content, still hazy from sleep as she opened her eyes to the sun spilling into her makeshift den within the side of a snow back. She'd found the remnants of a whale, beached and dying on the northern shores the night before and it had kept her well and truly sated. The blubber, a rich and unusual texture, had been a real treat and she was certain that it would provide further fuel as she pushed her way across the norther territories. Slowly she was working her way south. Slipping out of her temporary den the behemoth shook the snow from her pelt and stretched almost cat-like as she greeted the morning sun. Time to get moving.

She loped swiftly across the flat expanse. So much snow, so much flatness, but there were treasures here to be sure. She spied a crop of pines in the distance and slowed as a shift in the wind brought her the scent of another. Hmm… did someone actually live out here? Curious she turned toward the scent without caution in her stride. What had she to fear? As far as she was concerned she was the most dangerous thing in the north, except maybe the occasional polar bear. She'd caught their scent here and there but had thankfully not run into one. That would be a violent encounter she could do without.

The source of the scent came into view and Pyralis barked out a laugh as she spied the little white femme. She bounded playfully toward the other. "Well look at you! You're so little! Not as small as one of my nephews but goodness, one could just roll you up in a ball and bowl for penguins. Not that I would ever do such a thing. You live around here?"

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