She had been forced to move from the swamplands and it irritated her. Traveling for days now, she decided to head north. It seemed the least affected direction from what she could tell, and perhaps she could find a suitable community to rely on for a bit. Her ‘guard’ was nowhere to be found. The boy indebted to her had been missing for some time, and she would rely on him no longer. He was a waste of space – even within her mind. Huntington stepped carefully around the island, having swum here the previous day. All things new took time to get used to, after all, and she had not been on an island in some time. Her coat had long since dried, the thin ash-coat not suitable to the winter climate.
She should have headed west, toward the desert, though when she did ever make things easier on herself? For now, her focus was to survive. She had to. It would be another waste if she fell. Having spotted large groups of wolves fleeing the immediate eruption area, the girl did not follow them. She had no formal contribution to a pack – as a loner, she could choose where she wanted to go. And so, she had headed north. That was her only goal; to get away from the eruption. She traveled alone but did not mind. it allowed her to be alone with her thoughts. Ahead, she spotted movement and boldly approached. The frame of a boy appeared, pale in comparison to her dark with the only thing in common was the white of their faces.
Though he had white everywhere, and she assumed he was an albino. Huntington did not know if he had been here long or not – though if she had to guess, he had been. The scent of the island clung to his coat easily. “Greetings,” she said idly, looking down her snout at him. not out of any misplaced pride; she had to, for he was smaller than her.
