Legends Are Told

Dark paws hung from the edge of the ship's deck, his head laying on his forelegs as he looked out over the open tundra near the ship. It was yet another quiet day, another day spent listlessly waiting for something to happen. He had given up trying to seek anyone out at this point. If someone came to him so be it, but his family didn't seem to care about spending time with him so why would he care about them either? His father and a couple of his brothers had gone off without him without even a word of where they were going or why so he didn't feel particularly inclined to put in the effort to find them. If they could abandon him so easily then he could do the same.

A flash of blue against the cold, drab landscape caught his attention and he peeked down till his yellow gaze landed on Onyx down below. He hadn't crossed paths with the girl since they fought that one time, but he thought pretty highly of her from their spar. She had given him a good fight and it had set the bar for what he expected from all of his spars now. He watched her as she walked around the outside of the landlocked ship from a dozen feet or so above and he smirked a little as an idea started growing in his mind. He glanced over at a clump of snow that had fallen onto the deck off of the railing above him and he reached a paw to scoop it up, pressing it into a snowball. He waited then till Onyx was almost directly under him and then nudged the snow ball off the side, watching as it dropped toward her from above.

Cináed Praetor