Midas
Zinnia had chosen her own path and Maggie knew it would only be a matter of time before she had to go her own way. The Wreckages were spread far throughout the lands, not that Maggie had run into any of them but her sister; but her desire to range drove her back north, towards lands so alike to her ancestral lands. Even in summer her thick northern coat had never quite shed enough to make her comfortable in the warmer climates and she knew, knew, she would need to station herself in the north. Still she had found herself distracted on her journey northward, stopping to satiate her curiosity about the plains she found herself upon. The ground seemed seeped with the faded scents of blood and the many many faded scents of wolves. A lopsided grin pulled across the Wreckage woman's face, there was some excitement to be found in combat though she had little taste for participating herself but that this land had been deemed a designated place to fight by the wolves that lived here fascinated her. The figure of another wolf appeared on the horizon before her and Maggie picked up her pace. She gave a friendly bark towards the unknown man, her tail wagging high above her rump and tongue lolling from her parted jaws. She probably stood out among the sort of wolves who normally appeared here, there was no hostility in her at all. |
| Art by Sterling-Raven |