Dancing with Fire and Ice.

N/A · 10-11-2013, 09:24 PM

Aurora

As she heard the faint crunch of grass and leaves get louder, closer, the icy she wolf began to feel the aura Corvusi spoke of. The minutely dark essense that filled her nostrils and made her whiskers tingle. Turning her head, she let silver optics gaze calmly at the mainly white dame who approached. A thicker frame than the icy temptress possessed, which spoke of either an inate hunting prowess, or a lifetime of being overfed and pampered. The lone fae didn't look or hold herself like royalty, so the ivory princess assumed the former. Stepping from the hot waters of the springs, she shook out her pristine pelt and approached the other she wolf. "And you would be...?" She asked, assuming the darker seeming she wolf would fill in her name. She was in no mood for any crap from anyone, she was sore, her bad knee was aching from all the walking she had been doing as she explored the lands. So she sat down, wrapping her slightly sodden tail around her broad paws and awaiting the reply patiently.

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