ice ice baby

Normally Pyrite only associated with her kin, she didn’t go very far from them and really they were the only wolves around. After their pack dissipated it seemed like the Northern reaches had become even more desolate than before. Not that that was entirely true, but as Pyrite saw it she and her family were the rulers of ice and snow. There were indeed other sentient beings that made their home here, and this huge man happened to be one of them. From the scent of this place this was where his primary residence was, and there was no big or real mystery keeping her from the conclusion of why they had never crossed paths.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, and where she might have gotten nervous as she searched his bright blue eyes she felt no threat from him. This intuition became backed by words that were softly spoke as he talked about lost manners and eventually introduced himself. Pyr gave a little nod of her head in return along with similar sentiments. ”Pyrite Destruction.” Other than basic etiquette the young woman wasn’t a very good speaker. Like the world around her she had no time for pomp and circumstance. She wasn’t rude most of the time.

Then, even more surprising, Jokull offered her a place at his dinner table. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, she knew there was no charity in the North nor was there any such thing as a free lunch. She would have to repay him if she accepted. ”That’s very kind of you,” she answered, debating as her gilded paws carried her closer if she should decline. ”I’ll accept if you allow me to reciprocate.” She would not be in anyone’s debt.