Seeking Warmth In Ice

*Crusade* · 04-02-2013, 01:33 PM

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Now the summer. Now the first thaws of above freezing weather. The first insects buzzing. The first tundra grass poking through in the southern fields. Always there would be snow on the mountains - and in the northern reaches of the pack, but at the very southern tip, good, green earth could be found. The lemmings were in a dizz, the birds were all swamping the skies ? and the caribou could be heard lolling in the vallies.

Crusade loved it. And what added to it, was that she herself was bearing some form of new life. Snuggled safe within her were the beginnings of a litter made by her and Cifer. She was dead set upon being careful with them ? no mistakes like last time. But it was still very, very early in her term. Her roundness could only be seen by those who were used to seeing her trim, fit condition, and as of yet she could still do just about anything she wished without fear of damage.

So it was that she found herself relaxing in the warm light of the southern hills. Well, warm by Glaciem standards. To anyone else, things would still be shiver-worthy. It was here that Crusade?s dusk tipped ears were perked by the sounds of a howl ? that of a wolf seeking a possible entrance. It was a male?s by the sound. A large males.

And curse it, if Crusade?s first reaction wans?t to stay put. She still bore the scars from Oberon, the last rogue she?d tangled with upon the border. There was no doubt in her mind?. If Gargoyle hadn?t come along when he did? she?d have died that day ? and never lived to become mates with her love Cifer, or become a herald of new lives into the world.

And yet to be stilled by fear or memory had never been a part of what made up the Timber fae. Never. With a snort and stretch, Crusade rose to her paws.

In Glaciem, there was none Gargoyle trusted more than she. She was his representative to other packs and a trusted confidant within this one. Her word was as good as his, and certainly that word, when suggested to the Chief was a certainly of entrance or dismissal. Besides, with how well her Gargie kept his borders patrolled, he or Cifer or one of the others would be along soon enough.

?Afternoon, stranger,? she said, rising up the hill of the border and coming into view. She inclined her head graciously, but was careful to keep her remaining green-gold orb squarely fixed upon the newcomer. ?You stand upon the border of Glaciem pack, and as your scent is that of a loner, I can only assume you seek a home. So tell me, stranger, what sort of home is it that you seek?? True to form, the old she-wolf was collected, and calm; she was polite, but to the point. Whether she was facing a soon to be new pack-mate, or a dangerous loner, she would begin by greeting him the same way. Now the ball was in his court and it was time to see what sort of wolf had come knocking at her door.

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