On The Other Side

This winter had arrived rapidly, and only seemed to be intensifying. Snow was something that she was accustomed to, but the previous winter she'd spent here - when she'd first arrived in northern Boreas - had been considerably milder. Not that she minded, of course. She was comfortable in these harsh conditions, fully capable of supporting herself no matter how difficult it might be. Kiela wasn't really one for leisure time anyway, so spending all her time focused on the fight for survival and to secure herself the most basic of needs was fine by her. Such a life was humbling, reminding her of how carefully she fit into the cycle of life, and gave her reason to value her life even more than she already did.

The grey and red furred female let out a grunt as she gracefully maneuvered herself onto the wall, lucky enough to have happened upon a section of it that was crumbled into a nice little ramp. The rubble was frozen solid and offered the perfect staircase up onto the structure, not to mention the hard-packed snow drift that accumulated against this section. The wall itself gave her a slightly better vantage point to scope out the lands around her. She knew exactly where she meant to end her day, but in the mean time she wanted to get a better idea of her general surroundings, and what better way to do just that?

Kiela wasn't sure how long she walked, but eventually something unusual up ahead arrested her thoughts and brought them back to the present. She'd been thinking of her parents and her siblings, wondering what they might be doing at this very moment. They were no doubt putting their efforts into enduring the harsh winter of their homelands, though she wondered if some of them had left the tribe to embark on their own journeys by now. She'd probably never know, but she enjoyed imagining it nonetheless. Her pace slowed as she closed the distance between herself and the stranger, just barely catching herself on a particularly slick section of stone before regaining her balance. The midday sun had largely melted away any ice that had accumulated on the wall's surface, but a few sections were deceptively slick. She let out a little bark of greeting before she got any closer, content to redirect herself if the stranger wasn't receptive to her approach. Unlike some of her more stubborn family Kiela had little interests in brawls and theatrics, though she'd defend herself if the situation called for it.