Aimless
06-03-2014, 09:04 PM
Buried beneath the snow, Warja slept. She wasn't aware that there was snow piled on top of her. When she'd drifted off to sleep she'd been above the snow, nestled in a stomped down, Warja-shaped crescent. Slowly, so slowly it hadn't disturbed her, flakes began to fall and cover her. Before long all that remained was the end of her nose kept bare by her breath and her ears, which were just high enough to escape the coating.
The groaning of nearby snow finally managed to rouse the youngling. Her ears pricked, gently pushing at the snow that threatened them at their bases, and then her eyes opened. Bewildered, Warja's head popped out of the snow and she squinted at the too sharp light that accosted her. It took her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it sunk in, a faint, amused smile pulled up the corners of her mouth. Atop her head and trailing down her nose was a small mound of snow.
She blinked into the snowshine, gazing around her at the endless, glistening white. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the form of another, the young wolf's dark pelt standing out sharply. She watched him for a moment, still groggy from sleep. He appeared to be running after something and so her eyes drifted out in front of him, searching for the thing he was chasing. When they fixed on the creature, her eyes narrowed. Chasing one of those didn't seem very wise. Although it wasn't her business, she called out anyway, "Hey!"
