ooc: Please note that Eliana can't talk, so please don't join if you're uncomfortable rping where there might be a one sided conversation. Lia is also really standoffish and cold and possibly could be rated m for mature.

Honestly she couldn't have been more angry. She'd gotten to Auster, tracked down Elias, only for him to run off again. He was harder to keep track of than anyone she'd ever known and no she couldn't pick up a trace of him. In retrospect it was probably a good thing he could hide himself so well, but for her to not be able to find him? It was rather infuriating. She had half a mind to rip him a new one once she caught up to him, but she had to catch him first and so far she'd had zero luck in finding him. Hence her bad mood. So she'd trekked all the way back up north (it'd taken her weeks to accomplish) with the hopes that she could start up here and work her way down. She was fairly certain he wasn't in Auster at the time being, but both continents were big places and she knew her chances of finding him were slim to none if he didn't want to be found. She didn't exactly like the idea of being left on her own, but she certainly knew how to fend for herself. Her frame didn't exactly show it. She'd lost a few pounds due to all the traveling she'd done, but she wasn't emaciated yet either. More than anything she'd built up a lot of lean muscle. The good thing about tracking down her larger sibling was the fact that she'd gotten to see a lot of sights. If she'd cared about such a thing she probably would have been amazed by some of the landscapes, but she had more pressing matters at hand. At the moment they were the fact that she'd arrived at some huge misshapen contraption. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before and was definitely stuck in the ice. She could easily make out areas that clearly were hollow and the scents of other wolves caught her attention. Even if it'd been claimed by a pack Eliana probably wouldn't have cared if there was even a sliver of a chance that she could find Elias. So Eliana strolled up the ramp up on the deck. Cold wind ripped through her short fur as she paced around the topside with her nose to the ground. She couldn't smell Elias, but that didn't mean he hadn't been here. She just had to be very observant to make sure she didn't miss a thing.

The snow-white fae traipsed through the cold landscape. Her petite frame was not good for the weather and strong winds pushed her fur away from her skeletal frame. One could see that she has been a rogue for some time; even more reason for her mission today. Her black nose was lifted to the sky, hoping to catch a strand of an animal's scent. She had left Noel long enough to explore the surrounding area. She was hesitant to lose him but had no choice but to trust him. If he wasn't there tonight... She shook her head. He'd be there. He seemed good-natured and surely Phayte couldn't have found them? Not yet...

Her worrisome thoughts were interrupted by a new scent. Her ears listened for sound and then folded to her crown. Her tail lowered and she walked slowly to face the stranger. The young woman was draped in ash and charcoal; tainted with some umber brown. Her nose was to the ground and she seemed busy, too. From where Meep stood she could make out faint scratches and shuddered. Who was she? Her hackles were raised and her throat guttural when she called out, "Who are you?" Despite herself, she was less afraid knowing that she was female, a hint of her growing skepticism of men. But she was still wary... The woman was a stranger, after-all.

OOC: I had to jump in. <3 I played a mute character, Dade, on a site for a long time and its really rewarding. Definitely a different writing style but a new way to express one's self and relate to mutism irl <3

The metal of the ship was cold against her paw pads as she pressed her nose towards the ground and inhaled as she walked. The stink of other wolves permeated her nostrils and her nose wrinkled at the thought of company. She'd come here with one goal in mind and if she could avoid the two owners of the scent while she was at it then she figured it'd be a pretty good day. It would be even better if she could find Elias. She hadn't been on the ship for long when the clicking of nails caught her attention as someone else padded up the ramp behind her. Eliana whirled on her paws to face to stranger with her hackles raised and ears flattened against her skull. She gave the other wolf a wary stare as she looked the smaller woman over. The other was equally as defensive, despite the fact she was the one who'd approached her, and Eliana couldn't help the silent snarl that over came her face. It was a warning - don't get too close. She didn't have time for crap and she certainly wasn't in the mood to play nice when she had better things to worry about. For the sake of hopefully cutting the conversation short (not that there was much of one to be had) Eliana tilted her head to the side to reveal the scars bundle up on her neck below the base of her jaw. Speaking was clearly not an option.

The closer she came, the more the other withdrew. Meep's ocean blue eyes took in the shape of the other and read the clear distaste upon her visage. Lips curled in a soundless snarl and her own ears flattened to her head. Her hackles remained raised and she watched as the other slowly tilted her head, exposing scars Meep had only suspected to be there. She did not part her jaws in a gasp or let eyes widen in surprise; but instead they narrowed. She had seen the scratches now. There was only one question: how had they come to be there? She would shudder if she was not suspicious, she would fall at the woman's mercy and mumble how horrifying it must have been. But she didn't. There was something different about her. She seemed strong, cautious, wary... Something told Meep that she didn't quite care for other's company. Had it been her own doing that lead to such marks? This she could not determine.

A long silence had ensued and she let it continue, eyes soaking in one another. She noticed now that her eyes were a vivid pink. Meep's dark tail was lifted halfway; not outright dominant but a hint, that she could fend for herself. She was so caught up in this quiet observation that a few moments passed before she realized it was silent. Eeerily so. She let her eye wander over the scars again, and wondered... Was it choice that the woman did not answer her? Was she sending a silent message: go away? Or perhaps she wouldn't speak at all? "Well," she began. "I'm Meep Kringle... It seems we have something in common... Strangers are hardly worth the time." It was a blunt statement; an acknowledgement that she heard the woman's request; even if not asked it was clear that Meep was not wanted here. And so she began to turn away.