finite incantatem

*Misha* · 07-21-2014, 09:16 AM

The russet woman would be wandering around the Northern part of Alacratia, where her pack lands were set upon. But tonight she had wandered off, just as she had been over the course of the last few days to get a bit of fresh air, to have time to herself.
There was still a huge possibility that she could be pregnant, not sure how that would work with pack conflicts. So, she would stay in the Northern part of her pack lands, ready to act quickly in case a howl would break the peace built upon the pack.
Misha would seat herself in the open snow, bitter cold wind whipping her pelt around. It lashed around her face, but she merely closed her eyes for protection. She loved the cold, and was certainly used to it, especially living with a northern pack. The woman would find herself in the middle of a blizzard, this type of weather not uncommon in these north lands. So, there she sat, closing her eyes against the wind, her mind deep in thought.

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