The Cold Does Not Forgive

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The north was the resting place of her enemies - but that wasn't why she had come here. Syrinx was also said to have his pack here, somewhere. And her brute of a brother hadn't given an official word as to where he was staying. She wanted to give him a heads up on where Valhalla would be, but with the vast mountain range and considerable snowfall in the wintertime, she had a bit of a challenge on her hands. The alpha would cover the northern lands as quickly as possible, but still ended up on a territory that she hadn't seen before - and staring at a strange construction that she hadn't come across in the past. Chrysanthe knew nothing of humans or their things, but she knew that something like this didn't appear naturally in nature. And yet here it stood, and although she had a mission in mind, she would allow herself the time it took to step inside and see what it had to offer.


It was hidden from the wind outside, and there was little snow that had gotten in past the entrance. The place smelled like ice, dust and rust - but she would continue forward until she realized that she wasn't alone here. Ears perked, she would step into the entrance but stay near it, not wanting to intrude on someone's claimed bit of territory. Her eyes would flick over the area, the only light was what came in through the openings in the walls that were covered with glass. "Hello?" She would call out, the stranger held the scent of a rogue, not someone that was in a pack. The air also held a somewhat pungent smell, sweet but sharp, similar to the herbs that Erani's den often smelled like but with different plants used.


Finally she would see her - near the back of the large space, and for a moment she would watch her bustling about with her work. Was she a healer? Or perhaps a shaman or witch doctor? "I don't normally intrude, but this place, and your work are intriguing..." She would take a few steps forward, walking down the aisle toward the woman.