Ghost on the Ice

A patter of paws against ice, and flashes of light turned her head, eyes opening to focus on the figure loping toward her through the wind-driven snow. His face was a rictus of emotions for a brief moment before he seemed to come to his senses and skidded to a stop a short distance from her.

She watched his frame hunch, noting the way his eyes refused to meet her gaze, and the mixed emotions on his face that had only moments ago held a smile of relief and… perhaps… hope. He’d thought she was someone else, apparently.

However, she recognized him from the day Acere challenged for Ignatius’s pack… and won without a fight. She took in his appearance briefly, wondering if he’d seen his former leader since the challenge—if Ignatius was alright. Finally, she strode toward him, paws blooming with light with each step until she stood a few feet from him.

“You were at the challenge for Ignatius’s pack. Are you alright?”

Her eyes were direct, but as gentle as her voice. Compassion came as naturally to her as her fighting spirit, and despite her own turmoil, she was willing to offer some small comfort for a stranger who seemed to be struck low by his own troubles just now.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think