prayer of the refugee

*Fracture* · (This post was last modified: 06-13-2019, 05:10 PM by Fracture.)

Inky black paws carried Fracture effortlessly through from the territories of Winterfell through to the northwestern redwood forests. He wasn't sure exactly why he'd decided to wander, but life in this pack was becoming quite stale for his tastes. Being raised in times of war had all but ensured that there was always something going on, always something to do; Fracture was struggling to adjust to such a structureless routine.

The forest felt very empty, and a little too quiet. Above him- where further south birds would sing-the only sound was that of the wind, followed by the occasional pattering of snow that had been knocked off the pines to fall upon the earth. A layer of frost made the alabaster ground below shine brilliantly, and as Fracture's weight travelled overtop the ice he could feel it's satisfying shatter beneath his paws.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, but it was long enough that the environment seemed to blend together everywhere he looked. To his left were tall, red trees.. and snow. To his right? More trees, more snow. Ahead? You guessed it, trees and snow.

It didn't take much travel before the scent of dozens of wolves reached him. It was plainly obvious now that this forest had been occupied by another community somewhat recently. It occurred to him that it may have been the pack that Acere had claimed, though his alpha chose to settle Winterfell elsewhere. He catalogued the scents internally as he had been taught, before settling upon one that was very, very fresh. Blackened lips upturned in a silent snarl as he realized the danger. The alpha who was too cowardly to show in battle- what if he was still here? Lurking at Winterfell's borders, preparing his revenge?

Spies? Threats? This was something Fracture was familiar with. He pin-pointed the scent and whirled in it's direction, tail flagging upright and alert. He was sure it was female, but that didn't mean she wasn't a danger to his pack. Calmly, the soldier pushed through the tree line until the stranger came into view.

She was a brilliant white, nearly camouflaged against the snowy backdrop. Her scars stood out to Fracture immediately, and some instinct inside him screamed danger. Was the old alpha a female? He wasn't sure, but he remained cautious as he approached. "Greetings." The dark male rumbled coolly. Whatever threat the female might pose, he was trained to remain professional and neutral. "What business might you have here, if I may ask?" For now, he wanted to leave Winterfell and it's proximity unmentioned. He didn't know much of Acere, but he was sure that if he'd been caught giving information to a spy that the titanic alpha would have his head.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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