oh deer

Ysmir wasn’t sure he could get Gwyn off his mind, but as he wandered Fireside’s lands. He had a fondness for the range, having spent so much of his childhood getting under feet in the barn and hunting rats to his little heart’s content. He hadn’t grown out of the latter of those, but he didn’t get under anyone’s paws anymore. He had both barenziah and Krah along with him, the little arctic fox at his heels, with winter she had again turned pure white and oh so fluffy. She hated when he clung to her like a stuffed animal at night, but she never pulled away either.

The white gyrfalcon soared high up in the air, she was half scouting for something to hunt. All three of them were feeling restless. Before Barenziah could spot the wounded deer Ysmir’s attention was suddenly called for by Skadi and his own ivory raptor calling out what she had seen. Grinning, Ysmir made his way to where his sister stood, he’d already caught a whiff of the animal and as his dual toned eyes searched the horizon he could very clearly make out its crippled gait. The boy turned his attention back to Skadi, a lift of a brow and tilt of his features as he silently questioned her.