top of the world
kiela
Fleet-footed
02-15-2021, 07:06 PM
Now stuck deep in the depths of winter, Kiela was finding herself with some unexpected leisure time. Tracking the sizable caribou herd she'd come to consider her own had taken up much of her attention during autumn and early winter, but now that they were hunkered down - further in the southern reaches of the north than usual, thanks to the strangely intense winter they were experience. The herd was faring well but needed little in the way of protection, at least as far as she was concerned, at least during the coming weeks. With a bit of free time on her paws it was no surprise Kiela took to exploring even further north than she'd gone previously, to where land - or ice, rather - met the sea.
Trekking through a blizzard wasn't something new to her, and though part of her felt quite at home here, with the wind whipping flurries of snow all around her, another part of her - one that she likely would never admit out loud - wished for some reprieve from winter's grasp. The season seemed to be stretching on endlessly, though she could only hope it would make the herd stronger for it in the spring. Such extremes had a tendency to cull the weaker members and ensure the group would grow stronger for it in the future.
Somewhere in the distance she'd seen a massive tower, one seemingly made of ice, though it was hard to tell with the heavy snowfall that had started to intensify suddenly. Plowing through it was one thing, but the limited visibility it offered was the most difficult obstacle of them all. Already Kiela felt her face aching from having to brace it against the icy wind, and her legs similarly began to feel fatigued from the depths of snow she was trudging through. The thought of shelter was becoming more and more appealing the closer she got to it. She was so focused on her journey that she hardly noticed another wolf lingered nearby until she was nearly upon him. Well - he was still a good distance away, but closer than she expected. Kiela let out a loud bark, her often-preferred greeting, letting the sound ring loudly over the wailing winds that circled their heads.
Trekking through a blizzard wasn't something new to her, and though part of her felt quite at home here, with the wind whipping flurries of snow all around her, another part of her - one that she likely would never admit out loud - wished for some reprieve from winter's grasp. The season seemed to be stretching on endlessly, though she could only hope it would make the herd stronger for it in the spring. Such extremes had a tendency to cull the weaker members and ensure the group would grow stronger for it in the future.
Somewhere in the distance she'd seen a massive tower, one seemingly made of ice, though it was hard to tell with the heavy snowfall that had started to intensify suddenly. Plowing through it was one thing, but the limited visibility it offered was the most difficult obstacle of them all. Already Kiela felt her face aching from having to brace it against the icy wind, and her legs similarly began to feel fatigued from the depths of snow she was trudging through. The thought of shelter was becoming more and more appealing the closer she got to it. She was so focused on her journey that she hardly noticed another wolf lingered nearby until she was nearly upon him. Well - he was still a good distance away, but closer than she expected. Kiela let out a loud bark, her often-preferred greeting, letting the sound ring loudly over the wailing winds that circled their heads.
