A place to rest
01-05-2019, 01:14 PM
Winter had come at last, bringing to the north a thick blanket of snow. The pack was lucky to have the forest for shelter, who's thick trees kept the drifts of snow from massing too deeply. Of course, the occasional minuscule avalanche plunging down from the heavens after a stiff breeze was something she could do without. She'd yet to be hit by one, but they were startling none the less. It was just one of the many gripes she had found with that morning's patrol, but she was undertaking the task all the same. Things in Fyri had been quiet for the most part. Seph wouldn't complain about a bit of peace, time to allow the pack to grow. Ig seemed to be doing well too, which as his sister was nice to see, regardless of how she might tease him in his lordly new seat of power. She was broken out of her thoughts by a howl, near enough that she would assume herself the closest to it. She pursed her lips, curiosity flaring, and turned her course. It was only a short while at a lope before she was slowing her pace, able to smell the stranger but not quite laying eyes on them. The wolf she found at last was natural in color, perhaps a bit unassuming, and confirmed that female as her howl had led Sephira to assume. She waited patiently at the border, so Seph wasted no time introducing herself. "Afternoon, stranger. I'm Sephira Agnivo, Jarl here in Fyri. My brother Ignatius is the alpha, but he's a bit slow at times." She winked at the other shewolf. "So what brings you to our border?" Sephira quirked her head. If she was looking for a pack, they certainly had the room. Although the winters somewhat thinned the number of wolves rugged enough to survive these parts, the forest and gorge were both rich with prey and resources. Well, if the she wanted to ask her questions, she had the audience. "Talk" "You" Think |
