OOC: Mara's in an extra bad mood, so it's mature bc she's probably going to swear till her face hurts lol.

Mara stomped through the frozen landscape with a near palpable cloud of frustration surrounding her. Screw everything. Everything. She'd began the morning by being pissed for no particular reason, gazing at the world with narrowed golden eyes, following that by beginning her stomping through the landscape with a huff. Some days she was even less pleasant than usual. This was one of those days. There was something gnawing at her lately, a desire she'd failed to act on was now clawing at her insides, demanding to be paid attention to. On principle of being the little shit that she was, Mara denied it for no reason other than she could and so she would. So long as she remained alone, she wouldn't try to seek it out. The feeling in question was of course her signature need for an altercation, be it physical or verbal. Her lips were already twitching irritably, aching for someone to either rip into or yell at till her voice was hoarse. When you don't do much, sometimes things don't get tended to till they're totally overwhelming. It didn't help that with the relative 'warmth' of spring - if you could even call it that here in the land of eternal fucking winter - the ice she was climbing across was melting ever so slightly, making it hard as hell to walk in a straight line without almost losing a paw out from under herself. Eventually the dark woman gave up, flopping to the ground with a dramatic huff. Why did she do so much walking lately? Velia hadn't managed to catch her quite yet, so why was she still bothering? Ugh. "Talk" "You" Think

He'd been traveling for days. Breath escaped in clouds as he walked through the melting snow, and it was no easy task. His paws were occasionally trying to slip away, making the male feel irritated and frustrated. A growl escaped his maw, fur bristling slightly as he decided to stop for a bit. He was on the search for his god forsaken sister. The bitch had had enough time away, and now it was time to track her down. When he found her, then it was his brothers turn to be found. He was pretty pissed at his littermates for leaving, and didn't understand why they decided to up and leave without a word. It wasn't the first time either...that was one of the main reasons he was so pissed about it. Continuing on, he powered through the melting slush as best as he could, tail lashing irritably. For days he had been wanting to release the pent up anger, but he hadn't been able to. Maybe today, however, he would be lucky. Maybe. Eventually he came upon another. A female, a stranger to his world. Yellow gaze locked on her, his gait slow as he nearly seemed to stalk in a lazy line. Just like him, she didn't look like she was in too good of a mood. She was lying on the ground, clearly irritated. "Not the best place to be sleeping," He growled, coming to a slow stop a few feet away. Maybe something would come out of this encounter. Speech Thought Others

She was in no mood to be trifled with. No mood at all. The sound of claws on ice elicited a growl from her dark form, a sound that bubbled from the depths of her chest and rumbled in her throat. Why were there so many damn wolves in this place, anyways? Furthermore, why were they so determined to talk with her? Lips curling, she turned to lock eyes with the wolf in question and attempt to glare daggers into his very soul. Rolling slowly onto her side, not yet ready to waste the energy required to stand for a stranger, she eyed the pale-coated stranger. Scoffing loudly she'd shoot back, "And who are you to critique my choice of sleeping places? Please. Fuck off." Eyes rolling, she growled again, half-tail lashing side to side while she secretly contemplated what a scuffle would be like on the slippery ice. Most likely someone would lose their footing. Now wouldn't that be a fun gamble... Eventually she relented and rose to her paws, the gnawing feeling in her stomach urging her to get up. Her mouth curled into a mix of a snarl and a smirk. What on earth was this brute doing out in the middle of nowhere, judging her choice of places to lay down? In a tone that hardly conveyed interest, she inquired, "Don't you have something better to do than disturb a wolf at rest? Or is that how you amuse yourself?" Maybe this shitty day would start improving if she could irritate the man the way everyone usually irritated her. Hell, there was no if. Mara was going to figure something out before the man got it in his head to walk away. Come now, amuse me, dammit. "Talk" "You" Think