Go The Distance

The white-coated wolf was dozing in her den, having gone on a long - and rather disappointing - hunting trip not long before. Her ears would flick forward of their own accord to pick up the sound of a howl, and she would start awake. A call sent out, summoning all those of Tortuga. Qanik frowned - the voice was female, certainly not Deteste's, and though she'd never met his queen if he even had one, she was fairly certain it was unusual for a secondary alpha to call pack meetings.

Uncertainty momentarily froze her in place, but Qanik shook it off and climbed to her feet. A quick lope brought her out of her den in the forest to the edge of the lake known as Kennocha, with it's unusual ice formations and even more unusual phosphorescent ice. Her blue eyes flicked between the two figures already present. The first was Gossamer, who she knew had not voiced the call, the second a white wolf with strange colored marks on her face, a wolf she had never seen previously. A wolf with the cold scent of another northern pack still strong on her pelt.

Qanik paused, her ears set back suspiciously. She sent a searching glance over to Gossamer, who didn't seem to know any more than she did. Politeness was engrained in the older wolf, though, so she refrained from being quite as blunt as she wanted to be. "Where's Deteste?" and "what do you want?" were pretty high on the list of questions she wanted to ask, but she settled for, "Greetings, stranger. I am Qanik, a member of Tortuga." Her gaze shifted to Gossamer, and her face and manner softened. "It's good to see you, Gossamer."




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