the devil called, he wants his hoes back

Initially Vaella had tied herself to the Western region of these strange lands. The impending arrival of her family was all that mattered and she knew she had to be there when those horns sounded. But, with time she grew impatient. The babe was loyal to the cause but knew she needed to explore further. There was a chance that they would never come or they wound up on another end of the continent by accident. Getting a proper lay of the land as a whole would be ideal and she decided to start with the North.

Dainty paws carried the former Princess across cold terrain. After having resided in the Southwest for so long she was not climatized to such conditions. But, it was a welcomed change. Blue eyes took in the majesty that was a massive waterfall shooting from jagged mountains. She could not help but to pause and admire the beauty. This was something she had yet to find down south and so far the north was impressing. A tiny smile stained her lips as the girl decided to get closer to the lake that collected the water as it fell. That was when a scent landed it's way into her senses. Curiosity consumed her as she slithered along the shoreline. There was evidently someone close by but her eyes could not land on the target...

There was something in the water...

Vaella drew closer to the edge of the cold water and watched as the shape of a Wolf was made out at the surface. They were floating... or dead? She sniffed at the air for more information and no decay was smelled. They were alive, just seemingly insane. To be in that water in the thick of Fall was asking for illness but maybe this was something the stranger enjoyed? She considered the situation for a few moments before deciding to merely take a seat. Vaella sat at the edge of the water and watched for some time. Curiosity caused her to linger but impatience drew out sweet tones, "You must be made of ice."

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