Picking through the snow

The trio had been near the woods, in the pines specifically. Dragon hadn't really left the area since he had come back, and his heart was set on staying there. He had forgotten about Iskra mostly. Deciding that she wouldn't come back. It had been about a year now, and as much as he wanted to cling onto the hope she would return, he doubted she would. Maybe she had told him she loved him because she felt sorry for him or something. So all he hoped to do was move on and forget about her. It was hard sometimes to just...forget. But he would be naive to keep hoping she would come back, right?

He stood beneath a towering tree, his thoughts threatening to return to the star pelted woman he had fallen so hard for. "Forget about her, Dragon. She didn't care. She's not coming back." The soft thud of Shiva's paw steps on the branch above him indicated her approach. His tattered ear flicked, drawing back as he frowned. "Yeah...you're right. I was stupid to believe her, just like I was stupid to trust everyone else." Brows drew together as he pushed her from his mind. Love didn't exist. Not for a blind man. He felt like she had played him...and probably decided the Abraxas or someone else was much more worth her time.

As he turned to go back to the pines, he heard someone yell. The voice was nearby, and although he was curious...he also didn't want to be around anyone. But curiosity got the better of him, and from the sound of the voice, he could tell it was young. Well, what's the worst that could happen? It didn't take long for his companions to track down the stranger, and when he came to stand beneath the tree that the yearling was on, he turned his head upwards. His companions both stood on the branches of nearby trees, eyeing her as well. "Any particular reason you're yelling from the treetops?" He questioned, to be somewhat flat and neutral.