What you do for a friend

She moved through the boneyard with all the confidence of a woman coming into her own, her graceful, fluid strides carrying her over the terrain as if she didn't touch the ground. She seemed to float almost, a bouncing trot making metallic-looking fur shimmer in the sunlight. Though everything seemed to be encapsulated in ice, Atreyu found herself feeling rather warm from her jog. That's when she heard it, a call that made her stop dead in her tracks. A smile formed on her face and she changed direction, heading toward the caller.

Alaric sat with his dogs in a clearing, seemingly waiting for her arrival. She came to stand before him, moving in a bit of a semi-circle around him first. Atreyu then nodded to him with a smirk, watching the trio as Bigs came trotting up behind her. "You're ready for some more, huh?" She asked him playfully, knowing good and well that she had lost to him once already. This time she hoped it would be different, though she knew by his many scars that he was well versed in fighting. The frozen landscape around them would make things a bit more challenging, the icy dirt beneath her paws threatening to turn into slush and get her pelt stained.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'