Seaside Moors The world keeps twisting – still it’s twisting without an end in sight

@Wintersbane
Backdated to 10/7/2020

Grímnismál was keen on watching new wolves enter. She was always a cautious wolf, and felt safe near Erzulie, and a bit with Raleska and pups.. But otherwise she was wary of the Alpha, and the wife of the golden woman. Now, she was also very so with the large bear-man and the smaller muscular man- both men, both muscular, just size varied.

Normally the girl would keep to her tree- it wasn't a den of sorts, she would just lean against it and brace as the rain drizzled. Her focus was usually the hole beneath the tree, to which the reaper shuffled her plants into so. There was also yet, another hole she kept, which was where the spiders she herded were kept. The girl with her bloody-gaze, was gazing down at the dozens she picked up. It was smart to keep away from the tree, or else they'd also climb away.

misting rain falls like stardust from heavens overcast; draped in drab greys, casting softened smudges of shadows over the moors. it does little for the smell, still something the hale tundrian was getting used to. the salty tang of seabrine coupling with the musk of rainfall; of damp earth.
gelid gaze catches sight of the unique woman; quiet and watchful during his initiation into rusalka’s ranks. nary a word; seemingly content to observe with fiery gaze that evokes memories of the gangster he called father.
he spots her now; starkly contrasted against the everflow of the fading greens and striking oranges, maroons and their variations of seasonchange. a low chuff draws from waxen, scarred throat to announce his presence while distance yet remains betwixt them.
he will not progress nearer until invited …if invited.

THE BEAR !!

Not a bear, but a wolf. Though he stood amongst the dampened weather and asked for an invitation. She didn't really have the heart- or the guts to say no and only shakingly nodded as so. Her small monochrome body shuffled a bit to the side to allow him to lean against the tree if he wished. Grímnismál wasn't sure if she rejected would she be thrown- or simply forced to be removed.

Better to be safe.