As the flock danced against the ashen sky in whispered murmuration, the singer's voice lifted, calling out for them as the song echoed against the muted theater of austere moorland. The unmarred snow rose in fractal spirals like little angels grasping for the heavens before falling back to earth.
At the end of the funeral march, the congregation remained overhead, encouraging the singer to continue its somber vocalizations; what little life remained in this desolate place, converging to mourn and rejoice in bittersweet melody.
kvarsheim.
wren had been prepared for almost anything when she approached; violence, friendliness, fear, something in between, but what she had not expected, for some reason, was to meet a tarnished former ally.
she tries to hide the surge of panic in the adjustment of her posture, lips twisting into something that almost looked like a smile, but not quite. wren,
she squeaks, forcing air from her lungs. i'm from riverclan.
not swiftcurrent. not anymore.
w-what, um, what brings you out here? kids finally settle down for a nap?
sorry for the shrimpy ass post smfh
She was nervous, but not aggressive. Moss relaxed, letting a friendly smile warm their silver-peppered maw, A pleasure to meet you, Wren of Riverclan. Funny, I met someone from a pack with a similar name, they were a cat, however.
He joked, attempting to ease the woman's tension.
Something like that,
he mused, the pups are getting big enough now I'm not needed much, which is a shame, but I have more time to explore now,
the little wolf explained with a grin.
What about you, Miss— I assume —Wren? I do hope you weren't trying to hunt. I might have seen a rabbit a while ago, but I can't be certain. If there were any, I'm sure I frightened them off with my racket,
they rambled, scratching at their chin with a nail and peering over the frozen landscape. Sorry about that,
Moss said sheepishly, glancing back to the ash-coated woman. I suppose I could try and help you find one, if you'd like?