What's Been Lost

Taking a step back, Xairo sniffed the air. He was less inclined to stick his nose in dark, mysterious holes. His coat was in contrast with the snow underneath his paws, a vibrant mixture of earthy hues that shone when hit by the scattered rays of sunlight. "I don't know," he finally murmured, his voice thoughtful as he eyed the structure- his attention falling to a narrow crack in the wall … one that he thought they could fit through. He didn’t give it much consideration before he slipped toward it, his tail flicking across the misty air, signaling his intention.

The crack was small, but Xairo's narrow, squishy frame squeezed through with a bit of effort. It wasn’t until he made it to the other side that he discovered that they weren’t alone. “Oh, uhh … hi.” he said, his voice not as confident as it normally would be. A low growl followed his words, and he quickly looked over his shoulder to see his sister following him through. Allowing his serpent like gaze hone back into the stranger's figure before him. The wolf standing before him was larger, her fur a shade of icy blue that shone under the light. “Who are you?”

"Xairo Saxe"