Mid-Morning Drink
03-27-2014, 07:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2014, 07:35 PM by Erani.)
Erani |
The big cat?s answer was somewhat of a relief to the snowy wolf. ?Then we have no problems.? Her eyes studied the cat, even as she dipped her head slightly in greeting of the name given. Over the strong, sinuous lines of muscles tensed with readiness to flee or fight, watching them slowly relax. Packs allying with big cats. It was a strange idea, but not unheard of. Obsidian had reported, not just one, but two, big cats at the siege, allied with Glaciem. An old wolf could learn new tricks. Anything that would better prepare Valhalla for the next needless annoyance Isardis might throw at them. ?So what brings a mountain cat so far from her natural habitat?? The was an honestly curious question that had been niggling at the back of her mind. Admittedly, this cat would blend in fine with the dead grasses of the plains, and would be able to walk like a ghost through a place like the moor. The Gorge had an underground mountain feel, with it?s deep, twisting cave systems. There weren?t many packs in the eastern mountain range. What brought the cat here? |