Segolia wandered through the harsh, green sturdy pines into a small clearing where some unusual herbs lay. She padded over, her somewhat hat-like fur ruffled in the harsh, early winter wind. The herb was some yellow Yarrow, very rare this far into winter, excellent for cleaning wounds and treating colds. She quickly stuffed it into her herb bag and carried on until she reached a small, partly frozen stream and sat down. A small winter trout was swimming along the bank, unaware to a wolf just above it. Segolia swiped out a paw and caught the trout' s tail.She whipped it out it the river and finished its life with a snap the the neck. After finishing her small meal, she lay down next to a tree that shielded her from the bitter wind. A faint scent of beer was on the wind but she didn't worry. She sat counting and naming her herbs quietly, the faint uneasy feeling of being in heat nagging her Speech,

Winter was upon the land, temperatures had dropped here and there, snow falling lightly and water was freezing over. Yet, Zanire was still out and about. It was still early for her to go to her den and start hibernation, and because of that she wanted to go and find some food to munch on, add onto the stuff she had already consumed during Autumn. The large beast lumbered through the land, stopping here and there to munch on a bush or scratch her back on a tree. It was quiet, something she both enjoyed yet disliked. It was nice to know everything was peaceful, that animals were hiding in their dens, trying to keep warm. But it wasn't always good, sometimes an area would go silent just before something burst out of the shadows, attacking and killing an animal. Ending a life that should have went on to grow old. Then again, that was just how life was. Zanire found herself walking along a stream, large paws crushing the thin blanket of snow beneath each step. A breeze came strolling along, coming from her backside. She came to a stop, lifting her head and closing her eyes, the breeze feeling good, seeping through her fur and bringing a coolness to her flesh. A low hum escaped her lips, oblivious to the wolf laying just feet to her side. "normal. talk. think. you" Awesome image made by Clash. <3

Segolia heard a faint cracking noise in the distance, she ignored it, absorbed in her herbs. The sound got louder and louder until it stopped right next to her. What is it now? She asked herself, agitated. She looked up, annoyance in her gaze, and saw a bear sat next to her. It was a brown, slightly fat, beautiful bear. Probably sticking up for hibernation She thought absent-mindedly. The bear showed no sign of aggression from the bear, and a faint scent of.... Glaciem? She shook herself before saying shakily: Hello, I'm Segolia She straightened herself up to show her full height, even though it she was short. Speech,

Hello, I'm Segolia. A shaky voice spoke up, causing Zanire to turn her head, violet orbs falling upon a small shewolf. The beast easily towered over her, making her feel like a giant. That was not the main thing bothering her though, this wolf, she had just stood there as if coming face to face with a bear was nothing. Like it was a normal thing to her. The only reason she didn't fully think that was the nervousness visible on the young gal, the shakiness of her voice.

Zanire. She gave a small dip of her head to the girl, eyes never leaving her for a second. You meet me kind before? She asked curiously, readjusting her paws, turning her body to face the young wolf. The only wolf who greeted a bear in such a manner usually had a death wish or just looking for trouble, but this girl looked like she was looking for neither, so it was a bit confusing to the beast.

Normal wolf not so friendly to us. She brought up, raising a brow.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

Awesome image made by Clash. <3