Long Time Traveler

He continued his approach without caution. This smaller wolf gave no reason for concern. Bast, his snow leopard, stuck close to his heels, and Marshal flared his wings a touch upon his back, surveying the scene with more caution than his wolf. The bear, still unnamed, and curious in nature, lumbered closer to the russet white-stroked wolf. He found curiosity in the emeralds of her eyes. The motion, then stillness, of her forward step did not pass his notice. He hid a smile, wondering if she felt alarm at the sight of a wolf that so many beasts followed.

“Well met, wolf of the ice” he conveyed curiosity in his words, noting how much more at home she seemed in the dreary landscape of the North. The Warlord was chilled to the bone, his feline-like toes curled inward in search of some vestige of warmth. Bast leaned against his legs, offering a measure of her own, and Marshal huddled back into his feathers. The Bear, on the other hand, moved closer to the wolf, rising to two feet, a hand raised in greeting. “Hu-llo” her speech improved every day. She really would have to decide upon a name soon.