Do you believe in Ice or Fire

There was a certain kind of thrill to having a secret. She leaned lightly against him, and considered this strange boy that had washed into her life. She had once told Ike that a pirate-knight-prince would come to Ashen looking for Ike and the totem gem she had found on the bench. She hadn’t expected something similar would happen to herself.

She glanced subtly at the taller wolf's chest, and wondered if he wasn't some combination of the three. She definitely wouldn’t complain if he was a prince. That sounded like some sort of adventure just waiting for her to discover it.

She was reminded that he was more than just an enigma - but an injured one - when he mentioned nothing left to throw up. He was likely starving. How was she going to feed him? She hadn’t hunted by herself yet. Even if she had helped bring down a mammoth. Perhaps she could sneak some stored mammoth meat out to him. That ought to impress the boy.

He curled about her, and looked across at her as he continued the conversation. > “Thank you, momma told me part of keeping up a good appearance was washing regularly.” Which was definitely one of the things her mother struggled with when it came to Kistune. Too busy playing and fighting to remember to wash unprompted.

She huffed at the mention of her parents. > “Yeah… probably. I’m, uhh… not supposed to lead the pack.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. She huffed again, thinking. > “If you stay here, i’ll get you some food and supplies and blankets, but you have to stay here, okay?”

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