Third Step
07-15-2024, 09:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2024, 05:48 PM by Arató. Edited 1 time in total.)
Arató had wandered north, aimlessly following the cold that best suited his plush attire. He wandered until sheets of ice crept over top of the dirt, until the presence of other life seemed to ebb away. It was a marvel of beauty where he found himself now. Glaciers rose around him, tossing the morning light around the frozen glass and off of the fiery twines of his pelt. His hackles stood on end with sheer excitement, tail swaying behind him as he moved deeper into the forest of ice. His muzzle tipped into the air, breathing in the bitter cleanliness of the air and the traces of life that braved this chilled world. He recognized one scent in particular, strong and warm and close. Deer. He knew the creatures to be prey for some; although, they were often too big and too nimble for him to hunt by himself. While he had scavenged their flesh on occasion, they were not high on his hit list. He wondered what one might be doing in such a desolate landscape and picked up a trot in their direction.
As he drew closer to the deer, he noted a second scent which was far less familiar to him. He akinned it closest to a raccoon, or perhaps even an opossum. Yet it was something entirely different from these things. His curiosity peaked even further and he broke into a run, a whine escaping him. He finally caught a glimpse of the cervid just ahead of him and barked in greeting, bounding towards the creature with perked ears and a strange hum of eagerness coursing from his chest.