The land was covered with a sheet of white as the landscape lay coated in mantels of white. Every inch was hoarded with the cold substance of frozen liquid, birds and small woodland creatures buried into their burrows and nests, trying to escape the frigid temperatures that covered the entire land. Miles and miles of snow and icicles appeared on the land and branches of trees. The femme would wander around the landscape, ebony coat covered with speckles of white from the snow that dropped effortlessly off the branches that hung from oak and birch trees. Evergreens also had been coated with white as very little green had been exposed.

Her eyes scanned the perimeter as her emerald optics watched the land before her, covered in the snow as it crunched underneath her paws. Ice slowly began to form in between her paws as she would sometimes lie down and lick the frozen water with her salmon colored tongue; heat from her mouth melting the frozen liquid as she got up continuing on her way.

Crows cawed their annoying song as they fluttered their midnight colored feathers, causing left over snow to fall onto the land as their feathers became black again. The exposed sunlight peaked out from the grey clouds, causing some of the ice to melt that was directly near the sun's heat-filled rays.

Her nose lifted for any unfamiliar scents as she huffed in and out, trying to catch anything she needed to worry about. Catching nothing she continued onward, mist erupting from her mouth as it slowly evaporated into the atmosphere. Seeing a makeshift den, she went inside, curling her body into a ball, wrapping her tail around it as her ears perked, trying to see if there were any sounds that would come their way to her.

isardis He had little reason to loiter in the south, perhaps driven only by his desire to investigate the rumours of the ?vanished? Valhalla. Alas, no scents of interest had come to him, and half-heartedly Isardis would begin to meander his way back home; where it was cooler, and far more pleasurable. However, he would catch the dwindling perfume of a new Brood, nostrils flared as the pale ghoul would change course, waltzing half-heartedly towards the site he believed she skulked. Unseen, he would pause, gazing towards the presence of a den, curious as to whether she had concealed herself away within its confines, ?Why does she hide such a pretty face?? he would chuckle weakly, lowering against his haunches, waiting.

The ebony brood could easily scent the aroma of her pack, but not just anyone from her pack, Isardis, her King. She could easily see the albino male before her as she hid in the confines in her den for a little while longer, his ruby orbs seemed to have looked right into the boundaries of her soul. His scent made her weak. The femme did not remember any male wolves who could do that to her, walking and standing in front of her leader, bowing her crown in respect and to show she was not anymore than a low ranking brood. The emerald color of her eyes looked into the ruby ones of his as her tail wrapped around the side of her haunches. "Salutations, sir," she spoke out with a gentle tone, knowing that most Glaciem wolves would not be that gentle when speaking, and are probably much more stronger than she. She had closed her eyes for a moment, before keeping her head down till the king could give her the order to bring it back up.