Lands a'new

Soon enough, the woman came into sight. She was black, painted in slate blues and white, and he, observant as he was, caught the moment she forced a smile onto her features. He judged her to be maybe a few inches taller than his Spirit, and colder.

To her greetings, he nodded, answering with a polite, “Lady. Hope the day finds you well.”

Though he was polite, there was a clear, genuine nature to his words, and when he smiled, the expression touched his eyes with a glint.

His brow points cocked upward at her second word, a half-smile quirking over his features as he glanced back over his shoulder at Chrys. “She is, and a good friend.”

The barn owl gave him a look before adding, “There was a herd of reindeer a ways off that I could see, if you were considering bringing something home to the pack.”.

Her voice was soft and raspy, natural for her kind and accented with something exotic, and he nodded thoughtfully, then glanced at the woman, head cocking in consideration. Her scent carried no pack’s signature, only the raven that settled on her shoulder. “If you’d care to hunt, Lady, I don’t mind sharing some of the kill.”

It was an offer, but her choice whether she participated. He was skilled enough to hunt alone if needed, especially with the ingenuity of digging traps and driving the herd into it if need be. The wind fluttered the hem of his cloak, biting as always, but he ignored it, though he was alert for any scents that suggested a predator or prey animal arriving on the scene.... you just never knew in these lands.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think