Here was a man with a purpose.
She watched him move with confidence, where she moved with a nimbleness. A shadow stalker alongside the mountains to the ice giant.
She crooned a low note to him, a brow pitched high above pale eyes.
What did he hunt for?
She gave him a prize.
She smelled the scents of the Rise, caked thickest upon him first. The scent of health and numbers. Then she was awarded another piece. Something else, something distinctly not his carried cologne.
Yet here was an in, a way to find something out. Perhaps she would not be cold all winter away from Akashingo.
Her shoulders hunched, tail lashed, a rumbled note. She could follow him, if he needed it.
based this off of his next thread location! :)
He did not shun her and Jakoul saw the way to gain knowledge here.
Even if not of a pack, she would see what conflict plagued those around them. For this was not so far from Akashingo to be written off.
He went to work and she followed. Nimble, snuffling along the earth. The ways of old settled well into her.
She offered an alert sound and motioned northward from where they stood. Beyond the flush valley below their height. She had feeling it would be most promising — and further from Akashingo.
can be a fade! i know this is an important progress thread :D
They would move as one it seemed.
Along snowed slopes and down sharp trails.
Jackdaw was not made to stay for the whole journey he would make. Nor did she wish to.
She would be needed elsewhere and once the man seemed content again, she'd be off. Cutting through stone and snow alone.