Powerful legs carried him eastward, continuing his trek to warn other packs of the spreading sickness that was ravaging the lands. He was glad that he had not caught it, for he was not willing to find out how it would affect a creature such as him or Obsidian. So far, they were as healthy as a horse...ironic, was it not? He tossed his head, mane free flying in the wind as hooves thundered across the grounds. He had been running non-stop, first from West to North, then continuing his journey from North to East. He was a fast beast, faster then the single cross marked wolf could trek. He could do it in half the time, and it gave him some sort of purpose. Though he was not allied with any packs, he would perhaps soon find what his life destined him to do. And yet, even he knew not what that would be. The snow would fall upon him, though the flakes did not last long as the wind rushing by would clear them off his form. Eyes were narrowed against the flurries, breath coming out in small clouds against the cold winds. He snorted, expelling the snow that was lining within his nostrils. And soon, he would begin to slow as his lungs burned from the cold air. He was not used to it, for he was from the desert regions. Snow as not his forte, and it would affect him bit by bit as the cold air grew sharp in his chest. He would stop, hooves slowing pace like a plane on a runway as finally he came to a stop. Breath was heavy, chest heaving with the exertion of his running in the northern mountains, the oxygen thinner then what he was used to. He would seek out some water, and upon finding a small stream he would come to find it frozen over. Disappointed though not deterred, the male would lift a foreleg and bring his diamond hard hoof upon the frozen surface, ice shattering beneath his weight. Though now he had a wet foot...no matter, at least he had water now. Lowering his huge head, he would drink the ice cold water. Rest was in order for now... Talk like this

The touch of cold hand unfurled its wings upon the world, outstretched and far reaching as it brushed its winter against earth and the world became a shroud of white and glimmering silvers. The beaches where no longer a retreat to the brown tinged girl but instead became a funnel for wind to whoosh against earth and salty spry to drum cold fingers against the sand. She found herself barely consciously moving inland as she took her adventures elsewhere. She associated little with the packs that claimed this land, and the sickness the lived and thrived within them. She was no healer, nor aged and wise and was content in the knowledge that her family was safe.



Paws crunched on cool snow an eerie embrace of noise against an otherwise starkly silent world. And the thin rays of sunlight danced blinding patterns against its otherwise bleached and colourless surface. She walked in the shades of bare trees and enjoyed the silence of the world.



Her serenity went unbroken for miles of her journey, until the point where the scent of a horse reached her nostrils, an ungelded stallion was far too much for one wolf to take down and she would have turned and walked away, but their was another underlining scent and it was this one that had her taking an extra few steps and peeking through the trees to see the horse that stood by the stream. She could not smell blood but she half expected to see him injured ? the scent of wolves was thick about him as through he had recently been in contact with some. Yet there he stood, unmolested and totally at ease with breaths of warm ear whooshing about his nostrils in the face of the cold day. She tilted her head, watching him as through he was a puzzle to which she did not yet hold an answer.

"Speech"