Silence had become her faithful companion long after the says she encountered the white Wolf. Suffice it to say, she had been puzzled by his presence, but it awarded her a rare kind if ease, especially when found in the company of another. And that ease had lasted for some time, extending to the days where she made her camp by the water.

Fodder flocked at near a routine to the shores of the lake to steal a drink. The crystalline depths luring and sweet, and treacherous as the ice sang of the weight it was burdened to carry. At times it would give way, offering the haunting female an easy meal. But it was not the same as the warm blood of a hunt. None the less it was a form of living; this parasitic attachment to the lake.

As she lied in wait for another moment this day, her companion named silence had fled to the sound of a melody nearby. A summoning, by the swell of the octave and the range it sought to reach. A lost soul, perhaps lost... seeking for its own end. Though what ever the cause, it has marring the calm. Slowly, the female rose from her snowy bed, shaking loose the glittering flakes as she wandered nigh to the origin of sound. Or own voice remained preserved, save for the quiet exhale of faint curls as she trot. The was no true urgency, but she was inclined in investigate this call. A summon meant others would come from the recesses of the woods. And she needed to know how much longer she had to keep her own abode.

Perhaps the dark figure ahead would aid her in this...

She needn't walk far, only enough from her abode to get her heart racing. The course of stirred blood brought warmth into her veins, driving away the cold a little at a time until it was naught but numbness felt by her paws. Even as she stood still in awe at the form of a passive lying dame, she felt little of the cold save for what nature's wind sought to whisper.

Quietly the paler of the pair observed its counterpart, her brows knitted and high as she attempted to make some sense of what lied before her. The large girl was... explaining? But to her, she could not fathom why. Never had she met another so keen of justifying their presence on open land. Perhaps she was skittish, a child of rough upbringing. Regardless, there was no need to bend her ears with such a tone. The unknown was harmless at best, as she conveyed by the delicate shift of her tail.

"Be careful of the edge," tired chords creaked softly. Lightly, she nudged her toward a more stable patch of ice, where snow bled seamlessly into sturdy white. "Lean from where the ice turns white. Any further into the blue and you will be lost until the spring."

The female's sense had been correct but also false. Indeed she could smell a pack in the area, but it was not this land that they claimed. "What you smell is the remnants of a pack," she corrected. "Surely their numbers expend if even now they scent remains when only a few have come to these waters." She turned her head carefully toward the towering visage of rock on the distance then shifted her sights to the flatlands adjacent.

"To the north, they claim a wooded sector shrouded by dark shadow and ice. The trail of fodder both begin and end in their realms." Smoothly, the caressed her muzzle with the width of her tongue, taking care not to skirt too strongly across a blistering lip. Last she needed was to nurse a sore for trying to plot a better course for this female. Surely she could seek better than the callous grace of impatience and arrogance.

"If you travel due north, be mindful of your proximity, unless you intend to crawl to the lands on your belly. The cost of even a feeding appears high on the plateau..." Again she rolled her tongue over her muzzle, whilst letting her muzzle tip in casual dismissal. Surely, her call would been heard before now, and the wanderer had every intention of departing get before the stubborn hounds of the plateau received her again.

Quietly, she turned to leave.

No more than two steps, and she was called to halt; a trait taken on by most she encountered, it seemed. What's was it that compelled for those left behind to call it? Was it her presence? Her brief encounter? Was it perhaps not enough that they needed to call out and endure her for longer?

Smoothly she turned back toward the female, her brows creased in concern as she looked her over. Alone? We're they all not alone in the end and beginning of life? What made this instance so special? The abandonment of a sibling, apparently. Though how this was acceptable to request the companionship of a stranger...

Sightly softly, she retraced her few steps and more still she was in front of her female then seated herself accordingly. The quiet female was perhaps not the best for loquacious company, however she did offer a solid countenance of sorts. In silence, there was certainty, and a time to reflect while the body and earth stood still. In her own sliver of time on pause, she was able to thoroughly look beyond the crystal lake and ponder on the time she wished to remain there.

Eventually the silence brought with it a calling to carry on, and dismissing herself silently to the female she carried on.

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