Calling of the North

N/A · 12-10-2013, 10:18 PM

Though she had attempted to join Glaciem, to find the security of a pack, her heart suddenly grew faint at the idea. Something about their king, handsome as he was, warned her not to join them. At least for now. The young female had remained in the north, though she was born in a warmer area. Still the snow and ice seemed to call out to her... it was beautiful. Beautiful and yet treacherous at times. The femme was still scared of being on her own, but it seemed like not many wolves passed this way so she felt safe.

But perhaps her judgement for wanting to hunt right now wasn't the greatest idea. The snow had quickly gotten heavier, blurring her vision with the white flurries that fell. She had been wandering for a while now, with little walk, and she knew that she had to head back to her den soon. Her body was decorated with snow, and it was getting harder to be out here on her own.

Arietta had almost reached her den when she bumped into something furry. She backed up, blinking her eyes so some of the snowflakes fell away from them. She had bumped into another wolf, white, but not a pack wolf. He was a loner... just like her. The female lowered her ears back, stepping back with her tail lowered. "I'm sorry... I didn't see you there. Are you alright out here?"

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