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[PHE] ice bite - Eivor - September 27, 2024
@Akavir :O
she had taken a small meal in the foliage-draped settlement which kvarsheim would call its home for now. laughing; speaking with the others.
"who is that?" she asked of herself; eivor excused herself from amid kvarsheim and stepped lightly among groups of wolves standing here and there, laughter and shouting abuzz around them.
"heil og sæl," she said through the din into one dark ear. "i do not think we know one another."
"who is that?" she asked of herself; eivor excused herself from amid kvarsheim and stepped lightly among groups of wolves standing here and there, laughter and shouting abuzz around them.
"heil og sæl," she said through the din into one dark ear. "i do not think we know one another."
RE: [PHE] ice bite - Akavir - September 27, 2024
>.> Tags for reference, or as an invitation to kool-aid man your way in this thread too!
They had settled—aching limbs were ignored in favor of mood and joviality—even if brief in his grief. He ensured @Mae was settled, fed and in decent spirits before he would consider making rounds. @Cygnet had disappeared from his sight. He had promised @Sven and Kvarsheim some time—the reality that Gunnar was not among them drawing more intricate thoughts—he had heard of the man’s passing, and had mourned it quietly. But he could not shake what had transpired—even when the previous Gamma in question and his ex-mate were both long gone and eager to rid him of their minds.
Foreign words were whispered close to the curve of his ear—catching him off guard and drawing his muzzle to swing closer to the cheek of the one who spoke—ivory—Kvarsheim.
His pale champagne eyes roved over her—guarded, yet the trace of a smile threatening the edges of his lips. “Beannachdan, bian aingeal,” he offered, amusement lacing his tone. “We do not.”
His gaze asked it all: should we?
RE: [PHE] ice bite - Sven - September 27, 2024
Sven followed behind Eivor happily. Slate grey eyes taking in the foliage. But the scent caught him sharply and brought with it a dark day. It was the scent his father had worn the days when he had died. Upon his return.
So this was one of the swiftcurrent wolves. He had met the larger one once but the man had quickly left after delivering a message.
A bow of his head.
Hallo
RE: [PHE] ice bite - Eivor - September 27, 2024
eivor appreciated the intelligence of a seasoned warrior. at once the blackfurred wolf understood the warmth of her greeting upon his ear. she did not know the words he spoke; she resolved to learn them.
the grey eyes danced. sven came up from their camp, and her eyes diverted to the leader. "hallo. will you introduce me?" she asked of the stranger in his night cloak, teasing out their conversation as her interest grew.
the grey eyes danced. sven came up from their camp, and her eyes diverted to the leader. "hallo. will you introduce me?" she asked of the stranger in his night cloak, teasing out their conversation as her interest grew.
RE: [PHE] ice bite - Cygnet - September 27, 2024
cameo!
Cygnet roved, winding her way through the campsites with a strut, her fierce labradorite eyes missing very little- her nose missed even less. She caught the scent of herbs and medicines, of pelts and furs musky still with oily skin, of dried fish that made her salivate and of preserves that made her nose wrinkle. She noted others her own age, and children who were younger. Oddly enough, the other young children were just as ugly to her as Arlette and Arric’s children were. Still, she was not convinced that this was simply how children looked; it was more appealing to believe that the beta pair had conceived and produced extremely ugly babies.
She might have meandered more had she not caught sight of a fair, buff looking woman who spoke to Akavir, her smiling muzzle close to his ear. Cygnet’s hackled lifted, but by the time she rooster-strutted her way back, another young man had intercepted the flirtation. She recognized their scent and her eyes narrowed as she moved brutishly to Akavir’s side.
Mae and Cygnet had left him unsupervised for all of what, ten minutes and he’d already picked up the attention from some chick? This hunt was going to be exhausting at this rate if they had to keep fending off women.
”You,” she brazenly interrupted, jutting her jaw toward Sven.
Kristjan-brother.She stated.
You and me- spar later.
She nodded. She looked to Akavir and paused, so she could arch one eyebrow, roll her eyes, huff and then walk away.
RE: [PHE] ice bite - Akavir - September 27, 2024
Kvarsheim—he spared them little thought, most days, not out of bitterness, but simply because the failed alliance had left him feeling bitter regarding the state of his hopes for the valley packs. When the darker youth came forward, initiating a greeting—Akavir’s champagne eyes met silver, and he felt a rueful smile pull at his lips. “You have your father’s eyes,” he offered Sven—and while there was no ill will toward Gunnar, the motives and accusations of the man still stood before them—and he found one ear flicking to the lilting sound of the ivory woman’s voice as she asked an introduction, idly wondering if young Gunnar knew who he was—though his attention soon stolen as Cygnet brusquely swept forward.
His gaze turned wolfish as she set out an invitation to the youthful man—Kristjan-brother?
More so, he remained silent for a moment, stunned. Had Cygnet ever spoken so much in a sentence, prior to this?
Her eyes rolled at him as she huffed away—his gaze landing to Mae, he believed, before diverting back to the wolves who were their neighbors for many years—and yet remained the most unknown to the creek than some others here.
“Akavir—Alpha of Swiftcurrent Creek. You both are?”