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Dægmar

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
234
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01-05-2014, 07:13 PM





Poison dripping off my fangs...

Shaking her fur of the snow D?gmar licked her lips and kept right on walking. So that shortcut had been a bad idea full of deep snow that clung to her in places she didn't even know she had. At least the fae was now back on track. Not that she minded the winter most days. If she did she wouldn't have been trying to hike so far north but the truth of the matter was that winter was always the ally of a wolf. Snow had aided her well in her hunts as she struggled to survive as a lone wolf. But it was time for that struggle to end. She was ready to join a pack and in these foreign lands she wasn't feeling to terribly particular just as long as the terra was familiar to her. Having her favorite food didn't hurt either. D?gmar turned her gaze to the west to see a herd of grazing reindeer. They'd be calving soon?


D?gmar licked her lips and continued her track until she came into an area of grasses and little pines sprinkled throughout the land. The wind was whispering through them and stirring the snow into swirling patterns. The air was filled with the scent of wolves.. a startling pack size to be sure. Her nostrils flared taking in the vast array of scents. Why not? this pack was probably as good as any. As long as it wasn't full of a bunch of honey-filled sweethearts, but somehow she felt confident that any wolves daring to live in this terrain were tough and enduring. Her kind of pack.


A howl fairly close by caught her attention and she recognized it as a howl for acceptance. The mottled charcoal fae sat down for a minute then shrugged why not. The terra sat well with her and she was confident in her analysis. D?gmar tilted her head and howled in her smooth, husky voice. The call was quickly followed by another shorter note to let the other acceptee know she was heading over to her location.


A small stream and about a dozen lichen-covered rocks later she came upon a darker-colored fae about her age as well as a snow. Ears lowering to the side and slightly back she kept her tail down in a respectful position. "Greetings, sorry to interrupt but as my request was similar to to the first call?I'd figure I'd lighten the legwork of those that would grant audience. I'm D?gmar Thyre of the northern wastes and I come seeking a pack to join."


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