Prima trudged across the light layer of snow which covered the entire of the forest grounds. It was beautiful, she decided, beautifully ethereal, something the silvery fae loved.

Nothing very interesting had happened ever since she'd she'd met Shiv, the adorably determined magpie, and wondered if she was to look for her once more. Well, perhaps it was the other way around. Prima had no idea how she would track down a bird.

When her nose twitched, catching the scent of a hare, she began the light silent steps of tracking it down. When the animal was in her vision, the two-toned wolfess began to tail it, wanting food before she carried on her way. To where? She had no idea.

The hare ran off as the blue-eyed Ashdown slowed, distracted. A light, unfamiliar scent gently floated into her nostrils, though there was no telling where it came from in the winter wonderland that surrounded her.

Just as she stopped in her tracks, a high-pitched sound was emitted, clearly from the snowbank behind her. The mound of white rustled, recently having had a body pushed directly into its insides. Well, not directly, as Prima could still see the other's pelt, a beautiful mixture of creams and browns. The request stated was clear— play?

The silver fae was pretty much up for anything today, so with a casual smile and a roll of her slim shoulder, she turned to the snowbank and began to push away the snow with her nose before managing to playfully nudge the other female through the snow, as if she was saying tag, you're it.

Borrowing elements from the games Tag and Hide and Seek, Prima turned just as she poked her, a cheeky smile on her features, and ran, her paws carrying her swiftly through the air.

The other wolfess shook herself out of the mound of snow as Prima turned and ran. She ducked under frozen branches and dove under leafless scrubs, looking around for a suitable hiding place, though she knew her attempts would be futile and that she would find her anyway, even if Prima found a good spot.

Laughing along the way, the petite silver girl began to leap, covering the ground in a matter of seconds sending piles of brown leaves up and in a flurry. She reached a clearing as she scampered over the snow, and slowed to throw a look over her shoulder to see if her companion was still after her.

The whole game of catch, hide and seek and tag were tiring her, so she decided to stop and roll over on her pack, her paws extended to the sky. She laid there in a childlike position, gazing up at the wisps of cloud.

Today was a beautiful day.

She wondered if the cream-colored she-wolf were to tag her, she'd do it now and win the game.

She watched, as a paw hovered over her features and proceeded to give her a small swat on her nose. "Tag." Well, the cream-colored wolfess certainly had her win this time, but for the next time, it would probably be fun, games, and a competition rolled up in a bundle. If there ever was a second time, that is.

Prima grinned as she rolled over once more, paws folded in front of her as she sat, a mixture of snow and leaves stuck onto her her pale, silvery fur. Promptly she shook them off. ”You win this time,” She said, her eyes bright with laughter. ”Right now, Prima's got zero points, while..." With a smile on her delicate features, the petite Ashdown looked to the other girl with an unspoken request for her name.

Cara. She liked her name, it sounded like one of her own. One of her family's. Cara might as well fit perfectly right into the Ashdown concept. The name did too, painfully remind her of Lena. Had her old best friend been a mix of shades varying from dark brown to light, russet hues, this female had a pelt comprised of fair, creamy colors. Still, she reminded her of of her missing bestie.

”Annnnnd Cara has one!” Prima finished, her tone cheerful, settling beside her companion. ”Good game! Perhaps we shall jump off trees and see who'll fly the highest next, I'll probably earn that point.” She gave a wink, half towards Cara, the other towards Shiv, the magpie that had "taught" her how to fly some days ago.

When she directed a question her way, she gave a roll of her slim shoulder before saying, ”Oh, I'm pretty much a nobody. I've been roaming around these wilds as of late, though I plan to join a pack pretty soon. Dunno, man.” The silvery-furred female gave her a smile. ”What about you, Cara?”

Prima laughed and responded gratefully to her query— the memory of herself and Shiv was suddenly hilarious. Then she thought of how the little bird was doing, how there next meeting would be like.

Eyes glimmering, she said, ”Well, my bird friend had high hopes in me some days ago, so I'd have to demonstrate my rad skills.” Voice slightly lowered, she whispered jokingly, [size=x-small]”Only if I don't break my bones.”[/size]

When Cara informed her that she ran a pack nearby, Ouroboros Spine, she wasn't quite surprised. Why? She was yet to find out. Then she wondered if it would be beneficial to both if she requested a place in her ranks, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. ”So you're a queen,” She said, a friendly smile dawning on her lips as she gently dipped her head. ”Le Reine Cara. Let me know if you'd like to have somebody new around the pack, I could drop by if you ever need me.” Maybe if she could give her the directions or something.