Meant to Live

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 10-13-2013, 06:35 AM by Epiphron.)

There was nothing quite like an early morning walk to warm up her frozen body. Winter as not upon them, and in full force; snow dotted the earth, and with each exhalation the Queen saw a puff of white smoke escape her lips. Limbs carried her slender frame across the lands, eager to scout this morning. It wasn't something that normally thrilled her, but danger was a very real threat recently -- perhaps not here, but to Valhalla. And who knew the power that the wolves of Glaciem possessed?

The sight of another was impossible to ignore, and she redirected herself across the fields, heading towards her. As she drew closer, she saw that the girl that had materialized on the border looked rather malnourished. She was most certainly not a threat to her, or any of Seracia for that matter. And near here, a fallen deer ... curiosity piqued, she increased her pace and headed towards the woman. As she drew closer, her tail flagged high above her back, eyes fixed on the stranger who was certainly intruding. "I assume you realize that you have crossed into a pack's territory?" Epiphron questioned, though her tones were light and unassuming. "But you fear leaving your kill here, for you might not make it through the winter without it. Relax, you will not be harmed here." A smile had appeared on her face, warmth and yet detached all the same as blue eyes examined the youngster.

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