Chill Ya To The Bone

The bug continues to buzz near her ear, taunting the woman with its tiny, itchy wings. Finally, Zenith is forced to stop and shake out her coat because… fuck that bug. She shakes herself hard and with enough force that her eyes snap closed. Every muscle moves up and down her body, thoroughly ridding her coat of any snow might have been in it while also sending the stupid insect fleeing.

As her russet eyes reopen, Zen freezes in place because, quite suddenly, she is no longer alone in the middle of the sparse pine trees. Gaze roams over the three wolfish Borzoi as she wonders where they came from and why she did not hear their approach. There are no pawprints in the snow to show which direction they came from and there is something in the air and that feels almost… magical.

Zenith gives up trying to figure out where they came from and decides to just go with the flow. The woman in the middle seems so sad that even her coat seems to be tinged with the color of sorrow. Quickly, Zen moves toward the middle, mournful guide and dips her head in greeting, showing that she is ready to follow the sad woman where ever she may lead.


"Zenith Praetor"