An Ice Dance
Nyx, Lunar
01-02-2025, 07:50 AM
Tethys Fatalis
The older Tethys grew, the more reclusive she found herself. She'd always struggled to relate to others, never feeling like she quite lived up to the Fatalis name, and the strange happenings that had been occurring across the lands made her feel deeply uneasy. As a result she'd withdrawn even further into herself, spending most of her time diligent scouting the borders and surrounding lands. At least if she came across something alarming she could be of some use in reporting it preemptively as a threat.
But, perhaps unsurprisingly, the north was largely the same as it had always been. The lands changed with the seasons, and with winter now here these lands felt even more desolate than usual. This long-frozen lake had a thin layer of snow covering it, helping dampen the sounds of her pawsteps as she strode over it. A chill ran through her as the frigid air whipped past, and she braced herself against it. The north was her home, and she was used to the cold.
The scent of prey, mingled with the scent of hunters trailing it, caught her attention. Ears perked toward the sky, flicking erratically as she tried to pinpoint the exact location of the other wolves. By the time they came into view, she was pleased to see a small group apparently gathering- two were younger, but surely will the four of them they could secure a meal.
Visibly wary, Tethys was slow to approach, giving a soft bark of greeting. "Mind some help?" She said once she was within earshot, intentionally keeping her voice down so as to not spook the large prey animal in the near distance.
