Picking through the snow
06-23-2018, 12:59 AM
The trees took on a haunting visage beneath her, midday light dancing upon their branches and reflecting brightly against the drapes of snow that could be found in every nook and cranny. She took in a deep breath of the cool air, feel it sting against her throat, and send a chill through her coat. She would have stood there looking out for a long time, if not for the distraction in the form of a wolf. He had been silent, and she had been distracted, and she would not notice him until he spoke. She just about leaped from her skin, dislodging snow from the tree with a soft ‘slosh’ She blinked, her eyes finding color in the stark forest, and jumping first from one creature then another. She knew they were cats, giant felines that rested in the branches of the trees beneath her. Her muzzle parted slightly in surprise, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. Her confusion didn’t last for long, her mentor had ferociously whipped into shape when it came to reacting in an emergency, and her situation was hardly as dire as all that… she hoped. “Good day to you.. And yours” she called out softly, assuming the three were a team, and that the wolf wasn’t being hunted by a strange team of cats. What were they, and how did that strange friendship or association come about? She had heard about wolves teaming up with other species, but had yet to see it happen. On a biological level, she was teeming with curiosity to study them. A soft breath escaped her, swirling in the air in a gentle stream of mist. “Because i’m alive.” she said simply, and found herself offering him a partial smile, softening the alert and seriousness in her pale blue gaze. “And I plan to remain that way for at least a little while yet. I would be a terrible meal, I promise you, all course and stringy from my life as a traveler” she was only partially joking. She didn’t know anything about this older man, or the strange company he kept. |
