Ever since the family gathering that had brought the russet woman up to the frigid north, Phoebe had taken to wandering through the northern lands, satisfying her own curiosity and seeing what the north had to offer. Besides, Atlas seemed to like it here and the happier he was the easier it was for her to slip away for a time. Now the stars dotted the dark skies above her and her breath billowed out from her maw in frozen clouds. Why her dear brother liked it here in the cold, she would never understand. With never ending strides she steadily moved toward the icy forms that she saw in the moonlight, looking like glittering columns poking through the lake's surface. Alacritis had all sorts of interesting sights to see it seemed. She moved toward it, putting a confident paw down on the ice. She looked down at her paw with surprise, jerking it back to see the glow the ice gave off at her touch. Just to be sure she wasn't going insane, she stepped out onto the lake, seeing the glow again. She smirked and continued on her way. Interesting sights to see indeed. One thing this land seemed to lack though was interesting wolves to play with. It didn't help that Atlas liked to keep her under lock and key most of the time, but she would use a little company from time to time you know? She stopped under one of the arches of ice, her glowing silver gaze glancing here and there, wondering how a land apparently full of wolves could seem so empty. Speech Thought Others

This was the third time she visited Kennocha lake, the reason was beyond her, but nonetheless it was there, somewhere in her twisted mind. The familiar labyrinth of ice columns greeted her, prompting a sigh to escape her lips wrapped in mist. A scent reached her nose, fresh, that of a she wolf. Interesting. The sultry wisp of shadow followed the scent quietly, not even the sound of her claws interrupting the silence. A russet femme was visible in the maze of ice, seemingly lost in thought. "On your way to Grandma's house?" The ebony bitch purred, padding closer with no fear. A sardonic grin curved her lips wickedly, her dual toned optics glimmering with mirth. Her exotic eyes flitted over the woman's figure, impressed that someone could be that large and boring, yet still be sort of attractive to her. Long tail flicked behind her, tea cupped paws and short legs keeping pace with the femme easily.






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A new scent greeted her through the chilly air and only moments after a dark form appeared, a dark colored fea with dual-toned eyes that stood out from her fur like gems. Phoebe smirked at her comment, her silvery eyes following the fea as she moved. "Hardly. Unless this Grandma feels like keeping me company," she replied just as boldly, a lilt in her voice saying plenty about the intentions in her words. Already liking this woman's attitude, Phoebe turned to face the smaller fea, her gaze curious and wondering. With the brown and russet hues that tended to coat the Olympus family, it was a pleasure to see someone opposite that color scheme. It was also interesting to see how fearless she seemed. Perhaps Alacritis had some interesting residents after all. "And what about you? Who are you off to see this evening?" Her eyes shimmered like silver in the moonlight as she waited eagerly for the stanger's reply, wondering if perhaps she had finally found someone to occupy her time, if only for a moment. Speech Thought Others

The femme spoke, her reply urging the demoness to stifle a groan of disbelief. Looking over at the rust pigmented she wolf, the petite ebony bitch let out a sigh, shaking her delicate cranium before looking up again. "You came from one of those families that sheltered you, didn't you? Do I need to give you the talk about the birds and the bees?" She asked, her low purr of a voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. What had she gotten herself into this time? Ugh. The larger woman inquired as to who she was visiting, and the sultry shadow scoffed. "Visiting? You do that with family, and I have none." She replied nonchalantly, almost bored by the turn the conversation had taken. A shrug was all she would add to the comment, turning her dual toned optics to the scenery to cease the bland conversation's awkwardness. She didn't have any family, she had disowned them, but they were probably dead because they were idiots and had no doubt gotten themselves killed five seconds after she left.






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