sunshine & lollipops

ooc;; museless for Cyn D: will get better I swear!

He loved the quiet of the north, the little extra bit of chill that came with the wind when it blew from the mountains. Everything about it reminded him of home, having grown up in the shadow of a mountain he found it comforting to be here. He hadn't been home since his first meeting with what had been the beginning of the snow rouges. Ever since Seracia had moved from the delta to the range Cynrik had never really felt at home there. The human made buildings made him feel uncomfortable, their towering presence often making him sleep along the boarder and away from the rest of the pack. He knew it was stupid, an irrational fear but he couldn't shake the feeling that death lurked within them. So that left him here, wandering the north easily, normally hanging out in the old Glaciem territory because it felt comfortable here.

Paws kicked at the snow idly as he walked, lost in his thoughts as he moved through the seemingly endless snow drifts. Sometimes it melted in areas up here but generally he found that the snow stayed and he was fine with that. His toes never seemed to freeze and his fur seemed excellent at whisking away the dampness. It was almost like he was built for these temperatures and this weather. Some days when he was walking he ran into other wolves and others he simply ran around on his own and vowed to never leave this place.

Speech!