there are no snow tracks to guide me

The young woman sat stoically, much like the environment that she had been raised in. Cold and unreadable, unpredictable as the mountain weather. The icy eyed hermit lingered on the borders of her brother’s pack. She didn’t know what had brought him here or how he had found it so easy to leave their family. But it seemed like all of them had been scattered to the wind as their parents faded into the sunset of obscurity together. They were happy, and wanted their children to find their own way. Pyrite was indeed lost in her way.

She wasn’t even given the opportunity to make up her mind before a tall figure was making its way towards her. Very nearly did Pyr stand and leave before his arrival, but there was something tugging at her heart telling her to remain. She didn’t flinch or move as the man cleared his throat and greeted her.

First he asked about Bronze. There was very little difference in the twin’s appearance. Obviously they were two very different wolves, but even more obvious was their relation. Was she really searching for her brother? She knew that he was here, and would enjoy seeing him but what was her true goal for appearing at the Armada’s borders? ”I don’t know.” She decided to answer honestly. ”I’ve been alone for a long time, I thought if I found my brother the path might become clear of snow once more…” She trailed off, not knowing why she was saying the words that fell from her mouth. She was probably just wasting his time.