there are no snow tracks to guide me

Pyrite hadn’t been ignorant to the fact that there was now another pack occupying a huge amount of land in the North. This was her home, she knew the vast reaches and relished in the challenge of Northern living. Just like her parents, she loved these lands and couldn’t imagine herself leaving. Her fiercely independent ways had her off on her own, a true lone wolf, for the last few seasons. She hadn’t checked in with her mother and father in a while. Pyr hadn’t heard from her siblings in even longer.

The cold and icy weather wasn’t easy for a small she wolf like Pyrite either. The larger bodies of her father and siblings were better suited but the girl couldn’t imagine living anywhere except the snow. She took the role of arctic fox, slender and quick, but possessing a thick warm coat to keep her warm. Feasting on rodents and lemmings that tunneled through the snow. She navigated by the stars, and proved to herself that she could survive in this harsh environment on her own.

Like she couldn’t ignore the presence of the Armada here in the North, she couldn’t ignore the scent of her brother here either. Curiosity compelled her and Pyr made her way to the snowy border of the Armada. Curious and undecided if she should try and join her brother. Te young woman remained quiet as she lowered her haunches and curled her tail around her delicate paws. So long had passed since she had even see another wolf she was hesitant to call out into the territories.