Wolf RPG

He did as he said; he found some things to feed the girl and the elder, and once they were squared away within the woods, he set off again. This time Glaukos sought one of the misshapen mountain passes he had spied on his patrols of the forest. Within a day he was halfway up the cliffside, growing accustomed to the work of mountaineering again, and after two nights he was able to look down in to the valley from on high, seeing the forest as it rose in black spires from the mist below.

After a moment, he carried on. The pair he had left behind would fare well enough within the confines of that place, he told himself. He need not worry for them now, or expend any further thought. Their arrangement had met his end and Glaukos wanted only to be home again.

The mountain wasn't one he knew. As he meandered to higher reaches and further among the range, the dreariness of the clouds gave way to rain, and Glaukos was slowly soaked through. He didn't care much for shelter as he went, and so he was a mess of wet tangles by the time the rain eased off.

As the days wore on, Tiberia had tried her best to avoid spending as much time in the woods as possible, preferring to traverse the surrounding meadows - though snowy and not particularly interesting at this time of year. Following the creek had led her further into the mountains where she had spent the night in a hollow sheltered from the elements. Come morning, her little adventure resumed.

It was dark and dreary as she began her ascent, the clouds soon giving way to rain. She considered returning to @Caligula, but he was days away. Too late to find shelter too - she grimaced. What little shrubs populated the mountain were short and stumpy; whatever rocks lay strewn about were not big enough for a body. 

By the time she had resigned herself to getting wet, she almost bumped into the stranger, sodden and chilled through by this point. It seemed he hadn't fared much better escaping the storm. "Well don't you look like a drowned rat," Tiberia offered a sardonic smile.

He had traveled with others for long enough and now found comfort in solitude. It was not to last however, as a dark shape materialized from the darkness of a nearby copse of trees, nearly running him down; at first Glaukos thought it was the foolish girl, Mercedes, but no - he did not recognize anything about this woman.

Her voice was lilting between raindrops; her accent was one he could not place. With a huff the man shook the extraneous rain from his coat and suitably sprayed the surroundings in the process. It did little to remedy how soggy he was, and left him looking more ragged and unkempt.

The woman smelled of forest. Glaukos wondered - You live below? The woods down there, he motioned with his chin down the side of the cliff, to where the tops of trees protruded from rainy mist.

Through the mist he was enormous, almost threateningly so. Quicksilver eyes were filled with a fierce look of distain as she stepped back a few paces to avoid a second rainshower. Not that it mattered much, she was already soaked through, but it was the thought (or lack thereof) that counted.

Following his gaze, she could just about see the forest he meant, though shrouded and uninviting as the one Caligula had found. "Other side," Tiberia flicked her tail in the general direction of the creek, sending an arc of droplets in its wake. "Quite spooky though, wouldn't recommend unless you're into spiders."

Alright, so the forest wasn't home to many. This wolf came from the other side; that meant the pair Glaukos had left behind were safe enough to stay there within the forest and not be targeted. He looked in the direction that the other wolf motioned and wondered about the specific forest she spoke of, and remembered only the valley of the bear, where he had been born; if he had passed through the Blackfeather at any point he could not remember it.

Noted, he answered, nodding and making the mental note. The rain would keep him there for a little bit longer, but then Glaukos would have to plot his next path, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to remain among these mountains for long. The storm would pass and leave the paths slick.

He wasn't much of a conversationalist either.