Whiskey on ice

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

She was far afield from the pack, Lilith coiled in her usual spot, wrapped around the albino's neck. Recluse had been preoccupied as of late, her prisoners were proving a bit harder to break than she'd hoped. She needed a night away, the pair were safely tucked away in the pack and would be watched by her family, as for Recluse? Well, she was going on a bit of an adventure, it had been a bit since she'd explored beyond her bounds. It was a little bit exhilarating. Or maybe it was also just her heat making her a bit stir crazy.

The winter had hit the lands quick and with ferocity. The pale woman worked through the snow and ice, moving closer and closer to the volcano that had just a season ago still threatened the continent. She could still see smoke rising from its mouth though it was quite pale and not nearly as thick as it had been mere seasons ago. She was a little fascinated honestly, and near its base was an almost paradoxically nice forest, she wondered idly what it'd look like in full bloom. Still, she moved further north and eastward until she found herself approaching the lake.

A figure was lit starkly against the moonlight reflected on the surface of the ice... fumbling around like a pup new to standing. Recluse couldn't help but laugh, it was a sharp, loud bark of laughter. Lilith jolted slightly, seemingly having fallen asleep and she slithered up the back of Recluse's neck and up over her skull, resting her head on the lupine crown, her tongue flicking as she tasted the air.

"You want to go for a skate?" Recluse asked, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.

"If you drop me I'm never speaking to you again." The serpent said. Recluse laughed and took a tentative step onto the ice, feeling her claws scrape against the surface and her paw sliding a bit. It was a bit of a process to get her full weight onto the ice but once she was there she took some tentative slides.

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Whiskey on ice

fighting seasonal prompt

Recluse