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ooc: set on the 27th December

It wasn't as cold as it had been two days earlier, but now it was snowing all the time, which did not make search for food any easier. Wraen hadn't had a decent meal in few days and was getting exhausted easier than usual. The poor substitutes for food - pieces of bilberry bushes, some moss and grass - kept the empty feeling in her stomach at bay, but did nothing to raise her spirits. And while she walked, what seemed very long distances every single day, the landscape was still not familiar. 

It was late afternoon - though with all the clouds, snow and general lack of proper light it was hard to tell, when Wraen decided that she simply can't walk any further, and that she has to take rest. Luckily she had reached a forest that sheltered her from the cold winds and the heavy snowfall in the open lands and after some searching, she found an abandoned fox den to hide in. There she crawled in and curled up in a ball. And before she closed her eyes, she prayed quietly that the next day would be easier than the ones before.

Though he'd been led to believe it was to be a mild winter, the constant, chilling wind and steady snowfall disappointed him — especially since this land was so new to him.  He'd believed it time to start tracking a herd of prey with their rise and fall and make his home somewhere nearby, but even food had been scarce.

He draws his tongue over his muzzle, round ears turning back against his skull as he listens carefully.  He scents something although prey it is not.  A girl.

Troy makes his way towards her, partially because he is lonely and partially because he is curious if she's had better luck than he, but as he nears he finds her tucked away, hidden in an old fox den.

He lets out a deep chuff to try to draw her out, keeping a respectable distance from the opening.
Wraen did not know, how long she had slept - had her eyes been closed for mere minutes or hours had gone by without her noticing? Because the young wolf woke the moment she felt the hair stand up on the back of her nape and with the uncomfortable feeling of not being alone anymore. As quietly as she could, Wraen moved so that she was now half crouching. With ears perked forward, she listened intently, while her mind analyzed the myriad of smells that came from the outside. 

The one, who was standing outside, was a wolf. With good intentions or bad - that was yet to be found out. Therefore against her better instincts of pretending that she was not there and simply waiting the other out, she crawled towards the entrance, until the tip of her muzzle was showing out and she could catch sight of the stranger outside. 

"What do you want?" she asked.


He fought himself on a reply for a moment or two — what had he wanted with the girl?  Perhaps it had been foolish to seek her out at all.  Just checkin' to see if you're okay.  Troy peered down at the muzzle sticking out from the fox den and scented her; packsmell was faint, a few other individuals weaved in and out.  

You know a good place 'round here to hole up for the winter?
"I am alive, if that is, what you wanted to know," Wraen replied with a cautious note in her voice. She remembered Osprey's stories about cannibals and really hoped that this guy's interest had been only casual and not food-oriented at all. From her viewpoint, he could easily overpower her, if he wanted, and eat her as well.

"Well, the only good hole around here, has already been claimed," she replied, misunderstanding, what the guy had asked her. "But I am going to leave this den soon - so you can hole up here, if you want to? It might be a little too small for you though."

Yep, that'll do 'er. 'S all I wanted to know.  Good thing, too.  Hate to see anyone kick the bucket.  He detected her cautious tone — what was it with women being so nervous around him? — but didn't give it too much thought.

Sorry, li'l lady, I don't think it'll suit me much.  But that's not what I meant anyway.  Packs?  I'd rather not travel over those darn mountains again.

The last two sentences made no sense to Wraen, because she had not said anything about packs and going over the mountains. But she reasoned that this could have been unintentionally done - perhaps he had been thinking many things simultaneously. That sometimes happened to her. What she missed though was that the guy had clarified his previous question.

"So you are not from around here?" she asked, fully emerging from the den and sitting down in front of the entrance. "Did you get kicked out of somewhere?"

They had a nice and politely short conversation, before each went their own way.