what's it like in New York City?
08-12-2018, 09:40 PM
Sindre was at a loss. On a whim she'd gone west in search of her brother. She'd met him once down that way and from that encounter she'd learned he was part of a pack. While she hadn't learned much more than that it hadn't taken much effort to figure out where Celestial was. The west wasn't exactly a hoppin' place. Her efforts had been in vain, though. She'd arrived at the pack' border only to find that Domari's scent was nowhere to be found. Now, disappointed and without connections to the west, she was headed back up north. The snow suited her. While she doubted she'd make her home there it would be nice to stay in the mountains for awhile. Perhaps find a good hot spring near that volcano. Her stomach growled as the scent of blood came to her on the breeze. Curiously she began to follow it. As a lone wolf she scavenged when she could so hopefully the scent belonged to something ill guarded or abandoned. Sindre rounded an outcropping and was disappointed to find a pale wolf hunched over a dead elk calf. Her spirits were renewed, however upon realizing the stranger was male. There was no way he could eat it all. Perhaps a little charm would convince him to share. "Nice catch," she ventured, testing the water gently. If he was snappy she would be off like a shot, but if he seemed open she'd lay the charm on thick. |