between my pride and my promise

Dark paws carried the young wolf in an effortlessly ground-eating lope. Attention seemed to be focused completely on the old, cold trail she followed but gray ears flickered constantly, cataloging each sound to reach her. Each rustle, each crackling twig, captured and sorted according to risk factor.

Katja paused where the trail vanished at the edge of a muddy flat area. Damn, she'd been hopeful about this one. Her oh-so-dangerous, crazy cousin had been here at some point recently, but not so recently that she could hope to track him without this trail. Black-masked face rose to survey the area imperiously, but her eyes could see no further sign. Pity. She could have ended her self-imposed exile from their family before it had truly begun.

Each slim black paw was set down carefully before her as the Finnvi wolf made her way past where she'd lost the trail. No point in continuing to shake a dead rat, after all. "?it skyli hjarta rafnar sl?ta," she muttered to her absent cousin. (Old Norse - translation: "Ravens tear your heart asunder") It seemed she would be in this heathen land for longer than she'd hoped after all. It would behoove her to learn more of it, and that would be best accomplished in finding a native. Gold-flecked mercury eyes gazed around with intensity, as though simply wishing it would conjure another wolf.



"Speech"

I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore