World is what you make it
06-27-2013, 07:10 PM
Eren hoped that winter would be over soon. She hated this cold, knowing it'd get a little warmer in spring. It would give her more time to get used to this weather. If it hadn't been for her injuries and soreness she would have been able to get some training in, but that hadn't been possible thanks to that sandy rogue Gargoyle ripped to shreds. Now Eren was becoming used to being in these lands, but her attitude remained the same as to weather or not she should honestly trust these Glaciem wolves who were treating her so well. She had thoughts she didn't wish to convey because being alone is how she had lived her entire life. The lax girl had went out of the cave for the afternoon. Sleep still on her as she enjoyed the feeling, but waking herself up as she went. She felt no hunger since she had eaten before this, but she should have stretched out her muscles. The missing fur on her ears and left shoulder would tell others that her healing was going well. Seeing as the scab would not scar on either wound she was not concerned. She had only felt bad that she had not taken care of her own survival. Eren sighed a little bit as she stood on the top of the snow looking at the land. This was Glaciem, strange, but full of characters that weren't what she quiet expected.
Finally Eren brought her nose down, and began to dig in the snow. Once she was a few feet down, she examined her wolf sized hole. Eren was only 30 inches in height, though big for a female of her species, she still managed to get along slimly. She was beautiful and plain with her sea green eyes and accents of gray on her cheeks and top of her head. Apart from her healing wounds, her muscles were feminine and well thought out through her body. A perfect specimen who had trained her entire life on survival, never once having fun or thinking about having it. She eased into her hole and looked around, it was warmer, a little bit at least. So if you dug you could get some ounces of warmth? That was interesting, after doing so she hoped out of her hole and looked around she could smell another Glaciem wolf nearby, but payed no attention. Glaciem members would not attack her, and if they did she was prepared. After her last assault the information in her brain had already been processed.