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The beating, beating paws

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Briar

The Hallows
Lady of Cinder

Master Fighter (245)

Master Intellectual (240)

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age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
475
size
Large
build
Light
posts
721
player
Shelby

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03-12-2021, 09:01 PM


After spending a couple of days in Auster near The Hallows, coming back to the harsher elements had hit her like a ton of bricks - and it only seemed to be getting colder. Even though this was her first spring and she didn't have another spring to compare to, she could tell from how everyone else spoke of it that this was far from normal. She had heard again and again throughout the winter how spring would be better, spring would bring new plant life, and that never came. It irritated her more than anything, but she was a little worried too. She could sense it from her father and she fed off of that energy, for once wondering if there was more she could be doing to help.

She lingered around the den with Marigold, stowing away the few bits of herbs and plants she was able to collect during her trip and trying to keep moving so she didn't completely freeze. The snow had gotten deep enough in certain places that Marigold had started riding on her pack for short periods of time now that she had grown into a good portion of her height. The night was so quiet and still and she had just finished bringing a mouthful of dried grass to Dandelion when she heard her father's howl, her antlered head popping up like a startled deer.

It was soon followed by the sound of running and voices, the commotion drawing her attention and giving her a point to head towards. Briar went bounding through the snow with Marigold at her heels, quickly finding the group that Aslatiel, Natha, and Naiche had made with her father and weaving her way among them. Her turquoise eyes looked from wolf to wolf, her ears flicking nervously as she heard them chatter about the threat that seemed to be coming toward them. It immediately reminded her of what Artorias had told her about the giant wolf he had fought and suddenly she wondered if she had given the blue boy more credit. If all these older wolves were this worried they must actually be a threat... though maybe a bunch of them was worse than just one on one.

"Briar" | "Marigold"