Fall down with your lies
03-26-2021, 06:23 PM
Her dark paws hoisted her up onto a portion of the crumbling wall, giving her a slightly better vantage point as her aqua gaze looked out across the mostly empty expanse of snow covered land. There were a few minimal trees dotting the plain, but this wall of old stones seemed to be the only real feature of note. Her rich coloring stood out like a confident beacon in the blank, bleak landscape.
She hummed thoughtfully while she calculated their next move. She and Nirvana had been been moving around from place to place for the last few months, her sister's collection of ravens following and watching with their new found freedom that they seemed to not know what to do with. It was a feeling she could understand. With the entirety of the wide open world in front of them and the choice up to them of where they put down roots it became a game of which spot was good enough for her and her daughter. The problem with that game was that nothing would be good enough and she had to decide when she would settle.
Hopping down from her temporary perch with a graceful leap, the Mendacium woman continued on her path as she started looking off toward the horizon. She couldn't decide if the weather in this area was always this harsh or if it was an unusual event. From what she had gathered so far this did seem to be the northern portion of the continent, but even so... shouldn't it be spring? Her ears flicked dismissively. No matter. She'd keep moving until she found a place - or a wolf - that satisfied her very high standards. In the mean time there was always the matter of finding something to take back with her to feed to the young girl.
Manea
She hummed thoughtfully while she calculated their next move. She and Nirvana had been been moving around from place to place for the last few months, her sister's collection of ravens following and watching with their new found freedom that they seemed to not know what to do with. It was a feeling she could understand. With the entirety of the wide open world in front of them and the choice up to them of where they put down roots it became a game of which spot was good enough for her and her daughter. The problem with that game was that nothing would be good enough and she had to decide when she would settle.
Hopping down from her temporary perch with a graceful leap, the Mendacium woman continued on her path as she started looking off toward the horizon. She couldn't decide if the weather in this area was always this harsh or if it was an unusual event. From what she had gathered so far this did seem to be the northern portion of the continent, but even so... shouldn't it be spring? Her ears flicked dismissively. No matter. She'd keep moving until she found a place - or a wolf - that satisfied her very high standards. In the mean time there was always the matter of finding something to take back with her to feed to the young girl.