Ghostly Arrival

Something about this place felt strange. The atmosphere caressed her skin with a haunting sweep as Melanth trekked the length of the Polar Sound curiously. Various scents evaded her nose. Tickling the dark walls of her nostrils the moment she took a sharp inhale. Winter's frozen touch welcomed her presence the closer she descended upon the heavily marked territory. There was just something that urged her forward. Not much crossing over the unseen line; but, more so scratching at the surface edge. Teasing the perimeter with her own intoxicating scent.

A crow's call pulled her attention away from the towering tundra. Its peaks cast a shadow over where she stood as if ensuring she did not cross into what did not belong to her. Helonia gave a smirk from within. Those sharp eyes of bloody temptation peered up to the pine trees just in time to see another set staring back at her. Beady black gaze zeroed in on her. Curved beak opened to release another hoarse caw in her general direction. Before long, feathered wings unfurled to fly down. Landing down just in front of Mel's paws.

"Well hello, little bird." Melanth leaned down just a bit to better inspect the Crow. And it seemed the creature was doing the same to her.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"