burning matches

ooc. I have no qualms with this becoming any kind of mature, don't let that dissuade you <3

She seeks nothing in particular anymore, her pack has long since been lost. That is, the sovereign she chose to follow. Katja was lost to the winds in seasons past, and somehow it ceases to bother her strongly at all. Stern blue gaze narrows, following the horizon as far as she can see. The sun is sinking below the horizon now, but the cold of night doesn't affect the northern tyrant. The wind does bite, but it doesn't sting her marred flesh so strongly. A long sigh shudders through her broad chest, breath wreathed in pale mists as it trails from her nostrils. She longs for family, but finds none here. Not even those of the same mindset; it has been impossible to locate a nordmann since first she arrived here. Tail tip would flick, the scarred behemoth tears her gaze from the burning hues of the sunset. Skoll no longer chases the sun in her view, so she loses interest. Massive paws strike the terrain softly, the snow crunching beneath her toes. Banded forelimbs pull her forth, toward the towering monument that stretches toward the stars. Despite the wind that so buffeted her coat now, the monolith stands strong, spires reaching up to the heavens.

Within the meager shelter it offers, she slumps heavily. Rump drops less than gracefully onto the frosted terra, cornflower gaze moving closer to the ground. A lot of wandering about the north has brought her to this point, and she feels that something is missing. Not a partner, she has no need for such things. However, companionship, even for just a short while, could do her some good. A night spent with another, that in itself would do a world of benefit. It had been a while since she has felt passion, and she rather missed it. Tail tip flicked absently, the slight breeze that beat at her fur found to be soothing. The caramel beast wonders what she is to do with herself now, since she has no real reason to stay in these lands. Should she look for a pack? Seek out Katja once more? Perhaps she will seek out a leader to tie herself to here in the north, as she detested the other areas of Alacritia so greatly. Cranium would lean back, the back of her skull knocking against the ice wall her shoulders leaned upon. She rested it there, staring up at the ceiling. Another soft sigh escaped her, thoughts tumbling on through her head.