loaded gun complex [argus]

Winter had rolled in, and with it a sense of peace. The world was familiar again, and the young shaman was finished growing. Granted, now it was all about filling in the lanky bone structure that had sprung up from seemingly nowhere. Today, she was on a mission. Herb collecting. Or rather, scouting out future areas for herb collecting. It would be nearly impossible, but the young wolf was determined. Her ear wasn't sore anymore, from where Olya had fitted her new ornaments into the skin near her left lobe. The ceremony had been lovely, and the gathering afterwards had been so much fun!

A gaping, toothless maw stretched across the open ground. Well, this looked interesting. Cautious steps with her large paws brought her skittering down the slope. Spirits abound, that was steep. This area hadn't seen any snowfall yet, thankfully. It meant she wouldn't have to worry about sliding around on hidden ice like a fool. Once stable ground met her feet, the youth plodded onward. Dead grass withered all over the ground here. A few spindly plant stalks refused to bow to the season's change quite yet, but their flowers had long died. A sigh heaved from her chest. Well, this had been rather disappointing.

A scent on the air caught her attention. A vexing, unfamiliar one. It was a wolf, for sure. Wait. Maybe not. There was something else to it that was unknown to the champagne lupine. The whole thing was up in the air. "Hello there?" Rough, accented vocals called out. Pale stump of a tail would twitch, auds flicking in all directions to pinpoint the source of the scent.

walk "Talk" think