Spirits On Ice

A howl slowed the Spirit’s headlong race, and she broke to a stop, one paw poised as she turned to study the figure – figures, she noted as her eyes noted the tiny form by his paws – ears perking in recognition, and then flicking back in a moment of sadness. The last time she’d seen the man he’d lost his pack, his family, and Ignatius. She wished she could tell him she’d seen at least Ignatius since they’d met, but… That wasn’t to be.

Turning she padded toward the pair, glowing blue-white against the blizzard’s white-out, paws wreathed in the lake ice’s blue until she came to a stop a few feet away. Her eyes studied the pair, and a smile flickered over her features. “I don’t think we ever shared names. I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit – or alphess – of Valhalla, a pack in the west.”

Her eyes brushed over the child again, reminded of her own youngest. Aoife had been born and stayed tiny, but was feisty enough for all four of her siblings combined. A brief, fond smile flickered over her features as her haunches settled, tail flicking, buffeted on the wind, to pool and coil on the ice as her head cocked, studying the pair. The man seemed happier, less broken, and yet… “How have you been since the last time you were here?”

The underlying query was in her tone, a question of Are you alright? She barely knew him, but the instinct to ensure the comfort and safety of both the man and child was still present, whether it was from the mutual connection of sorts to Ignatius, to make sure the man's people were okay. She'd made the offer of a home to Song and Kirsi, and the rest of Fyri by extension, and it still stood.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think