Cold North Winds

Everything important happened in daylight hours. It was like everyone did it to spite her! She stalked through the woods, bumping her head on tree branches - not because she didn’t know they were there, but because she was fed up with putting so much effort into avoiding them. If her dad wanted to call a meeting in the height of the day, then fine. Just don’t expect her to turn up looking all groomed and perfect. No. Her fur would be a messy tangle of whatever she could stumble into, and it would be all his fault.

She arrived at the Col surprisingly promptly despite her grumpy stalking, and Lioness led her over to a particular spot. She understood why when she felt and scented a wolf in front of her. She couldn’t see her fathers expression, or who else was around. But, in her typical lady-like fashion she let out a very hard done by sigh, and collapsed dramatically over Stratum’s back. Leaning fully on him like a back rest as she looked any way she pleased. It didn’t matter if she was facing her dad. It wasn’t like she coil see him.


"Kite"