Picking through the snow

*Riva* · (This post was last modified: 06-23-2018, 01:25 AM by Riva.)

He returned her greeting, and she felt herself relax a smidgen. He didn’t sound hostile, through his first tentative question through the trees had sounded brisk, almost unwelcoming. She lowered herself to her belly on the brunch, tail swinging a slow rhythm in the air behind her. She could see him a little better now, through there was still a decent distance between them.

The ’Ha!’ that escaped his lips sounded like surprised amusement, and she quirked her own muzzle into a more welcoming smile. It wasn’t the wolf that continued the conversation from there, through she didn’t know why she was surprised to hear wolven words fall from the tongue of the cat. “Sounds like a pretty good tactic” Riva agreed. “I’ve heard a tale of nomad wolves that kept a herd of cattle as their property, fattening them on the sweetest grass until they were ripe for eating. I’ve never heard of felines taking up a similar job, and I imagine it’s a tougher job to keep him fed”

She was guessing he was the kind capable of taking a joke, if his little sound of amusement, and the nature of his companions, was anything to go by. She rose from her belly and moved a little further down the branch, so she didn’t have to raise her voice so much to speak to them. If they wanted to kill her they could easily trap her on this perch, and she knew that cats were a much greater climber then she was. “Perhaps your right, I even come with my own seasoning” she indicated the ribbon wrapped multiple times about her forepaw, caches of herbs tucked neatly along the sides.

As she approached them, she would notice the way the eyes of the cats followed her, and how Dragon just sort of.. Gazed in her general direction. Curiosity got the better of her, and she walked closer then she might have otherwise, lowering her head gently to pair into his eyes. Aside from the scars across his skin, the pupils seemed almost normal, aside from a little glassy and distance. The biggest give away was their reaction to the light, or the lack of it. “Oh” she muttered in surprise, and looked again at the cats with new perspective, her smile that little bit brighter. “Lazy hunters they might be, but loyal friends, I’d wager” not many would stick by a blind wolf, and she imagined these two acted as his guide.

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