Two Sides of a Coin

More often than not, Karine's mind fell to things other than food. Typically this was her work, but as of late, she had...well, none to do; she no longer had a den to tidy, a garden to maintain, patients to treat, or even a border to guard. On the contrary, she'd been forced to put most of her energy into traveling--away from where and who she once called home. Her destination remained a mystery, but what she did know was that wherever she laid her head at night, it didn't feel quite right. And so her travels would continue--and other things would oft be forgotten--until it did.

But the fallen priestess spotted something that day to alert her to an uncomfortable lightness in her limbs, an emptiness in her gut. She needed to eat. Karine's gaze floated upward to the skies as a caw rang out over the valley, and she paused for a moment, pondering the idea of investigating before instinct eventually grew impatient and pushed her forward. The sooner she quieted her stomach, she figured, the quicker her busy mind could return to everything it was trying to process, and the quicker she could return to her aimless trek.

Karine's gaze, ever attentive, quickly landed upon someone else on the horizon whom, like herself, was well camouflaged against the snow aside from sparing splotches of black. It seemed he, too, was pursuing the bird's find; perhaps it belonged to him? If that was the case, then she'd do well not to be greedy...but that didn't mean she wasn't willing to cooperate. A decisive blink steered her slightly off course, then, so that her path would inevitably cross his.

By the time she reached him, she was nearly parallel with him, her attention having returned to the direction from which the bird had sounded its alarm. "Might you like another set of paws?" Her voice came lowly, softly, so as not to resonate so far as to frighten off their potential prey. However, those soft words left little room for him to protest.

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