Bottle it up

Winter. Blessed winter storms that brought freezing temperatures and refreshing blankets of snow. It was Raelyn's element. The white of winter acted as her camouflage, hiding her otherwise bright coat and suddenly hunting became vastly different, her success rate skyrocketing. Once she left the inferno that is the south, and began her trek to the north, avoiding pack territories like the living plague, winter became abundantly clear. Snow fell in buckets, shallow flowing water froze, and the air became so crisp her breathing was visible. This season brought the woman closer to her home than she had felt in months, and it made her feel alive once more. But while running into packs was not on her to-do-list, running into other wolves, was. The siren was desperate for live interactions, and while the day started out as boring and uninteresting as the last, fate seemed to shine on the woman as the struggling sounds of another reached her ears. Turning her attention towards the sound, she would become acutely aware of the male's presence, his dark coat sticking out like a thorn against the white background.

A mischievous smirk would pull at her lips before she darted towards the man, her lazy strides turning into quick trots as she meant to cover the distance promptly. Before she got to close, blue eyes watched as the man attempted to cross the ice, and her grin grew. "Enjoying a winter stroll, are we?" She would call out to the male, alerting him of her presence in case he had not seen her approaching. "Fickle thing, water is.." she would chuckle, amused with the sight before her. "Gives us life just as easily as the waters can take it." A dainty paw would be placed on the frozen water's edge, her weeks spent adrift on a arctic slab flooding her mind rapidly. Still, the female push onward, her fear of falling into the ice lost long ago. The familiar sound of ice cracking beneath his paws caught her attention, alerting her to the predicament the male was in. While Raelyn was not normally one to concern herself with the problems of other, isolation can change a female. "If you wish to survive, you must bow to the ice, and even out your weight.." Raelyn would instruct, showing the action by dipping her chest low to the ice, letting her rump hang in the air for a moment for suspense before she would slide herself across the ice, all four paws outstretched. She would tilt her head, waiting to see how the stranger would take her advice.