Wolf RPG - Chapter one

Blonde fur collapsed at the edges of a bursting, frigid river. Out of breath, weak. tired.

Soft pads slipped over wet rocks, her chest leaned desperately down as she drank from icy waters. Parched from travel, and from running she'd not ever intended to engage in, she drank until her throat was chilled to a slight sting. Better than dying. And!

Well..

Would you look at that! If you asked her, she was looking like a real warrior now. What kind of story was that? A cool one. In her head, she mimicked a terrible attempt of an old man.

Youuuunggg Saga!
Chased through the snow-bitten fields,
powered towards the frozen waters.
On hairs, she survived and welded
the confidence back into her heart!nulll

Something like that. Maybe it wasn't that dramatic. Saga also realized she was talking mildly to herself, and melted down to lap awkwardly, quickly at the river until she couldn't. "It's okay. I chose a bad direction. Who would've thought that cold would bring me to cold waters. With ice. Of COURSE it would, Saga.." But boy, wasn't it pretty? After a frown, she quickly smiled again to wag her tail at the ice.

Thyra journeyed far from the Keep, in search of grounds that the pack could call home for the winter. She smelled the cool glacier air and was drawn toward it, not because it might make a nice home, but because it was what she knew, and what she was fond of. She detested the lowlands, finding them boring and almost exhausting, in a way. Time simply flew when she travelled along ridges and navigated mountain passes. Meadows and plains, however...With the same view in all directions for days? It did nothing for her enthusiasm.

Surely she would be forgiven for visiting the glacier for a day before she cut a return path and began to explore the lands further south from the Keep. Her vagabond heart desired it, and she listened like an eager little elf, following the rich blue river up the incline, passing a few small waterfalls on the way.

A voice caught her attention, and as she rounded a bend, she saw a patch of sunlight spilled upon the mossy riverbank; a patch of sunlight that was soft and silken, but had curves and edges and the shape of a wolf. Warmth drew to her cheeks as Thyra blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected to meet another, and she certainly hadn't expected to meet someone so outwardly pretty.

Sorry for the wait
There was the rejuvenating icy air filling her lungs, and the cool exhale that came with it an unforgettable feeling. For as chilly as it was, she found herself in love with every soft scent and the full lungs of winter wild she could give herself in autumn winds. With a shake of her fur, rough and quick, she took a final lap of the water with a final breath. With a now settled, content hum, she closed her eyes and slowly fixed her posture, a gentle smile upon her face now.

Then, down the way and the flow of the river, a face of dark. Beautiful bronze, oaky fur and the prettiest sheen of gold upon her shoulders! Coming to a stand, she stretched forward and bounced her head in greeting. A clumsy, awkward smile on her lips, still warm and welcoming, she sheepishly felt her cheeks flush. Did she do the thing? Was she intruding again?

“Oh, no. I’m sorry! Am I intruding again? I’ve made quite the habit on accident. I don’t quite think I know how to tell anymore!” Though, Saga had a feeling the woman before her wasn’t a pack wolf, what if she was? A light laugh from her mouth, she looked down before putting her eyes upon the most beautiful sage eyes in the light snowfall!