It was just like the rain, but worse. Colder. Seemingly more relentless. Gone was the lightning that split across the sky, the rumbling thunder, the deluge that soaked all in its path. In its place, a blanket of white that grew more dense by the day. Frigid, shrieking winds. Snowfall that was sometimes blinding in its intensity.
A lull in the tempest—maybe only momentary—allowed Lilitu to leave the den and trudge out into the depths.
Brrrr! It was unpleasant at first. Soon, however, as she found her footing, she began to enjoy it. Her fur had grown thick enough to give her some warmth against the weather, even as she was chest-deep in snow. She barreled through, sending a pale spray behind her.
Her giggles filled the air, a welcome respite from winter's haunting silence. She rolled, leaving a deep imprint behind. She leapt and dived like a fox seeking prey. She snapped at the stuff with curious jaws, fascinated by how it turned to water on her tongue.
The flowers and fields were gone, true. . .but this wasn't so bad.
A lull in the tempest—maybe only momentary—allowed Lilitu to leave the den and trudge out into the depths.
Brrrr! It was unpleasant at first. Soon, however, as she found her footing, she began to enjoy it. Her fur had grown thick enough to give her some warmth against the weather, even as she was chest-deep in snow. She barreled through, sending a pale spray behind her.
Her giggles filled the air, a welcome respite from winter's haunting silence. She rolled, leaving a deep imprint behind. She leapt and dived like a fox seeking prey. She snapped at the stuff with curious jaws, fascinated by how it turned to water on her tongue.
The flowers and fields were gone, true. . .but this wasn't so bad.
A silver sheen catches her attention as she is coasting, on the look-out for an easy meal. The silence of winter is Aniuk's playground; she can listen for the scurrying of mice or watch for fish in the rivers.
A girl's laughter — it is jarring to her sensitive ears.
She pirouettes high in the air and then soundlessly careens overtop where the child is punching in to the blanket of white. Where they have rolled the snow is compacted.
Aniuk knows there is nothing there for the child to catch; she lets out a whistle which pierces the whisper of snowfall, contemplating if she should move on to hunt elsewhere or linger to observe the child.
A girl's laughter — it is jarring to her sensitive ears.
She pirouettes high in the air and then soundlessly careens overtop where the child is punching in to the blanket of white. Where they have rolled the snow is compacted.
Aniuk knows there is nothing there for the child to catch; she lets out a whistle which pierces the whisper of snowfall, contemplating if she should move on to hunt elsewhere or linger to observe the child.
January 16, 2021, 06:30 PM
So engrossed in the snow, she didn't notice the flyover. What she did notice was the call from the sky; it was a splitting sound, and her ears slicked back against her skull as she popped up, sending snow askew.
Was it trying to communicate? Though it felt a little silly, Lilitu gave a small cry back, trying her best to mimic the noise.
Oh, no. What if she had said something offensive? She tucked her tail just in case, giving the aviator a contrite glance.
Who's there?Lilitu demanded, eyes narrowed as she looked to the heavens. A pale shape, shifting, staring. It was some sort of bird, and she thought back to her first conversation with Wraen, about talking to creatures other than wolves.
Was it trying to communicate? Though it felt a little silly, Lilitu gave a small cry back, trying her best to mimic the noise.
Oh, no. What if she had said something offensive? She tucked her tail just in case, giving the aviator a contrite glance.
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