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@Zephyr -- other tags for reference
She supposed the only way to go was
North. It called to her with the winter winds and she wondered if
Gleipnir was beckoned by it to. She knew not what waited them up there. All her life had been spent in southern regions. Tucked into trees that fell, caves that carried secrets she would never know, a meadow that had welcomed them with cold arms. None of it was like the places she had found here.
Especially the large lake that spread across the land. On the western end laid a forest of aspens. She wished to know what she might find there. So she roughly explained to
@Gleipnir that she would return to him soon, that she was off to the woods. She would find him again soon enough if he did not trail behind her.
It was there that she would find an unknown, mysterious scent. Content to trail after it until she either lost it, stumbled upon them, or found herself in need of retreating to her companion. She knew not whether the scent was prey or predator though. Perhaps even one of their own.
She noted them upon the water's edge. Silvery, shimmery as if they had come from the waters. Lean and sharp in their build. Another girl perhaps? Such company had seemed to be a rarity in her adventures away from the woods. There was some relief in the fact that this was not a hulking beast. She need not depend upon Gleipnir to strike someone down for her or send out a wardog on a hunt.
Slow and mindful in her approach, it took her a few long moments to get close enough to feel confident in speaking as though she might be heard. Do you live here?
It was not a traditional greeting but there was still softness (and curiosity) in her tone. The place is beautiful, stunning even in these winters, and should would not be surprised if others called it their own.
He's a little surprised by the question, but the feeling is quickly overwhelmed by his more judgmental tendencies; another trait inherited from his mother, though he'll never know. I should've expected a stupid girl to ask stupid questions, he tells himself, ignoring the way the thought makes him feel even smaller and uglier than before. If there were wolves living here, they'd be ripping you apart right now,
He tells her, voice icy. There is a lingering undertone of "and so would I" to his words, but he leaves that unspoken. They wouldn't stop, even if you begged.
You should remember that, he almost adds, but he doesn't want the girl to think he's concerned about her or anything. He's not.