White Walker

It frustrated her that the woman seemed to be able to catch up to her. Was she so out of shape that she could be caught by a large wolf in size? She tried to calm down the aggravated soul stealer, promising that her food would not be stolen and that she would not come to harm. She relaxed a little, turning with a wicked look in her eyes. ?I?ve heard that one before too dear. You?ll need to try better than that.? She hissed at the female before backing up slightly, close to the wall but close to yet another cave tunnel. If she needed to she would dart once more but not until she was forced to. She held soft breathes, her eyes locked on her surroundings as she examined them for something she could use to her advantage.


She was shifting between her feet, keeping them lightly touching the ground. ?Oi, how did you manage to catch up now wolf? ?Aven?t you heard ?bout the dangers surrounin? me? I didn?t get the name soul stealer for nothing.? She challenged, the words flowing smoothly from her muzzle as she tensed up a little bit. Her eyes were narrowed ever so slightly as she waited for some sort of reaction. The white walkers were about; pure white wolves with the evil inside of them to even turn a bandit from their path. She was worried about them to be honest for never had she faced such evils. Lord Helios of the sun, please bless my travel. Artemis, goddess of unmarried woman, the hunt, and the moon please watch over my nightly travels. Hermes, patron god of thieves, please aid me in my heists. She told herself as she plotted out her plan.