Frozen Stars

*Lyulf* · (This post was last modified: 01-25-2020, 02:02 PM by Lyulf.)

It had been hard to leave the North, with the summer in full affect in the other lands. Heat was not something that the thick coated male boded well with, having been born and raised in the mountains father north than even here. Despite being down here for a year now, his coat hadn't gotten the memo, apparently. Long tufts still dominated his limbs, making it nearly unbearable to be anywhere else during this time of year. A huff billowed out before him in the form of a cloud as he marched around the outskirts of the lake. He kicked at the ground below him, out of equal irritation and sheer boredom. Generally a loner, Lyulf had found it harder to be alone after running into a few strangers. He longed for companionship, but fear held him back from opening up to anyone around him. Another sigh left his parted jaws as he picked up the pace, jogging blindly in the dead of night. It was pretty though, he had to admit that, with the silver moonlight catching every glimmer of the frozen lake, hiding a secret below layers of ice. It was enough to occupy his mind, at least for now.

Lyulf sharply turned as the lake curved around a bend, only slowing when he saw something else standing at its edge. He slowed, emerald eyes narrowing ever so slightly. It wasn't a wolf, that much he could tell, but the elongated shadows from the limited moonlight made the outline hard to place. Curiosity got the best of him, slow steps bringing him closer. A few paces made the picture before him grow more clear, blinking sharply as he realized that he was looking at a lynx. There had been a few that used to roam the mountains that he grew up on, but they normally kept their distance from one another. He hesitated, unsure if they would be hostile or not. He remembered the look of their fangs, the sharpness of their claws. The cat would surly out run him as well, given his apparent lack of grace lately. It was too late now, a breeze ruffling his fur as it blew past him. He was upwind from the lynx, it would have smelled him for sure now. Lyulf glanced at the lake, wincing as he realized that there was no quick escape. Well... only one think left to do, make nice. Or attempt to, given that he wasn't the best at small talk. "Erm, hi..." He sputtered, clucking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as his palatable awkwardness.

"SPEAK!"

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Frozen Stars

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