Hunting during the snow season was proving to be a challenge for her. Prey was scarce, her fur did not blend in well with the white and many scents had been erased by the snow. Although she had worked hard to catch an underweight hare in the early dawn, she was not going to complain about her faint hunger. Nothing seemed to fulfil her during this season and to take her mind off that subject, an exploration with no set destination seemed to take action. Her paws were frozen and numb after travelling a great distance through the fallen snow. Her short fur fluffed out arrogantly but her body still trembled in the cold. Faint sunlight fell through the breaking clouds as her chocolate eyes spotted a silver structure in her vision. The structure was entwined with tight vines, gently sprinkled with white snow. It looked similar to a cave but whatever it was, she was glad to have come across it. The tribe wolf bounded towards the building, looking for an entrance. The structure was all stone with a wooden entrance that she could not break through. She carefully examined the building once more. Perhaps this structure was sacred or maybe ancient spirits inhabited it and did not want her interfering. She took a few steps back before putting her head to her paws. She wasn't going to leave this mysterious place, after all, she had never been this far away from her main territory. She might was well spend the day here. "Speech"

Smee had insisted on spending his day sleeping in a tree, claiming he was too cold to do anything else. The marten was always a weakling at the changing of the seasons, but Killian would let him have his few days of quiet. He left his companion in the tree with a scoff and set off to explore the massive stone structure nearby.



It was now that he found himself in a large cavernous type thing, staring incessantly at the object before him. It was like looking into the river, but the image of his own face staring back at him was much clearer now and this thing, whatever it was, was solid. He knew this because he had attempted to bat the reflection away - as he would when he got sick of it in the water - and had only come away with a sore paw. What was it?



The sound of someone outside caused his head to snap suddenly to the side, breaking the trance the mirror had him in. He wouldn't admit, even to himself, that he reacted out of concern for his companion. He crept out of the cavern and through the entrance he had found himself, a small hole in the outer wall of the structure tucked behind a snow-covered bush. Smee was nowhere to be seen, presumably still up on his branch. There was, however, a female standing nearby.



"You looking for something?"






talk, think

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

She jerked her head around to the voice calling from behind. The masculine voice certainly did not speak words of her own language. Her ears could not pick up many familiar words but she was able to vaguely understand. How many foreign wolves were there on the tribe lands? For now she would hide that anxiety and answer the male's inquiry. Had he come from inside the strange cavern? If he had, then that will definitely be what she's searching for. "Hello," She greeted with a respectful nod before moving on with her answer. She wiped off her blank and confused look as she continued. "I am looking for opening." "Opening" didn't sound like the right word. She silently scolded herself in her thoughts. Why did this language have to be so difficult to learn? Then again, what satisfaction came from an easy task? She let out a sigh, watching as her breath twirled in the air as a white puff before disappearing. "Speech"