Whiskey on ice

*Askan* · (This post was last modified: 06-28-2020, 05:31 AM by Askan.)

Askan's ears flicked back against his skull at the shrill sound of laughter. His eyes narrowed, squinting in a resentful glare as he glanced over to see a large white wolf, almost glowing in the moonlight. He didn't notice them at first, having assumed she was just very white but after a moment he realised that her coat was lined with intricate markings, swirls and curls that marked her out as anything but a normal wolf. She had a snake coiled around her neck like a fancy scarf, a tasteful dark contrast to her pale coat. His nose twitched. Aside from the telltale pack smell she carried another scent, one that was wrong, almost sickly sweet like rotten fruit. Askan decided that he didn't like it, that this whole situation rubbed him the wrong way.

He wanted to leave and probably should have, but the Selwyn found himself standing his ground. It was more of a pride thing than anything else, being a loner he didn't have much to hold onto, to protect, but he'd be damned if he let a stinky woman chase him away from the lake he'd found first.

The snake and the woman conversed with one another, acting as though he wasn't even there, that he wasn't even worthy of their attention. Askan gritted his teeth at that. Then with a sense of ease and grace that Askan could only dream of, she stepped onto the ice.

"Do you mind?" Askan asked, brow raised and tail twitching. "I was here first." Oh how petulant he sounded, like a pup who didn't want to share.

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Whiskey on ice

fighting seasonal prompt

Askan