Wolf RPG

a tiny white cloud of fur dragged herself through the snow. catrína was annoyed by the fact that she was so small, it made traveling in the snow hard. though, she had to suffice what genetics gave her and this is what genetics gave her. a small wolf dragging herself through the snow, annoyed. a stark brown gaze eyed a pine tree, suitable for her to rest for a while. she trudged on over there and sniffed it, just to make sure there were no markers. there weren't, so catrína dug a small basin in the snow and rested.

she wouldn't come back to this area until spring, this place was shit. next! oh, and, a volcano has erupted. she would leave because of that, too.

Today, for once, Kiwi was not focused on recruiting.  She'd gone hunting instead, managing to take down a small bird that now rested gently in her jaws.  The lack of large prey irked her, but she had no pack to hunt with anyway.  Soon.

Speaking of... her eyes sharpened as they rested on a small wolf not too far away.  She was not used to encountering company in the wastes up here.  She wasn't very impressive to look at, and Kiwi almost turned away without thought.

Beggars can't be choosers, a voice whispered, and she sighed.  She set down her prize, then called over.  You!  Who are you, and what's your business?  She had no claim on this place, and maybe no right to ask, but she didn't want to waste her time if the girl wasn't worthwhile.