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Set on a mountain adjacent to Duskfire Glacier.

It was nearly nightfall when Cthulhu made her way to the side of the mountain opposite the glacier. Dagger had left her some time ago, presumably to return to her parents, the rulers of Duskfire Glacier. The silver hybrid felt lonesome in the younger female's absence, but had grown used to long hours and days alone in her travels, and would soon find herself preferring the solitude.

A wicked chill had driven into the mountains, and the threadbare creature that climbed their slopes shivered violently to keep warm against a cruel wind. The snow had not yet fallen, and she was much too low on the mountainside to encounter ice, but it felt like winter all the same. Her thin snout tucked closer to her chest as she padded quickly along a narrow ledge in search of shelter, but even that gave little comfort.

A soft whine whistled from the inbred's nostrils as she paused, teetering precariously on her long, spindly legs for a moment before continuing on.

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Jace shifted in the late night and continued walking. He should have been home by now, it wasn't fair of him to leave the leading to just Amekaze. However, he could not help himself, searching for any little tidbit of something, a teasing scent of his former alpha and friend. He did not know how to take it, he really didn't. He wanted to find Ferdie on one paw, make sure he was alright. On the other paw he wanted to find him and tear him a new asshole for making him worry and for leaving the pack unprotected. He had been the largest and the oldest and he had abandoned them on some half cocked journey after a cougar, alone no less. Of all the foolish shit Ferdie. Jace called out to no one in particular, he was just venting his frustration.

He was on a mountain near the Duskfire, but not close enough to cause an issue, he would go no further than here. He had as of yet not seen the strange looking creature walking towards him, had not noticed her. Far to lost in his own thoughts to really care truth be told.

Her spider-like scuttle across the mountain continued until, out of nowhere, a voice scared Cthulhu out of her skin. Her hair stood on end as she suddenly stopped, and slowly turned her head toward the source of the noise, which just so happened to be much closer than either of them anticipated. The black male blended in with the dark stone and the night beyond. Save for his blue eyes she might have passed right by him.

Her anxiety peaked and, assuming he'd been talking to her, she flung herself down to the ground. He was another wolf from the glacier, he had to be. Oh, what would become of her if news of this latest transgression got back to Dagger? She forgot entirely about the cold that assaulted them from all sides. "Cthulhu is sorry, so sorry!" she whined, tucking her thin tail up between her thighs and writhing pitifully on the ground. "This one knew this one shouldn't have taken the Ferdie, this one knew it!"

As for what a Ferdie was, well, Cthulhu didn't know. She assumed it had something to do with Dagger or the glacier or the half-dead mouse she'd scarfed down on her way over here. Either way, she just knew it was why this wolf had shouted the name at her.

Jace heard a voice calling out to him about taking the ferdie and he looked towards the most bizarre wolf thing he had ever laid eyes on and for a moment he was a little bit anxious himself. What was she? It was a she wasn't it? It's voice sounded feminine. She was long and lean in the face and her body was a rather malnourished. Her tail was like that of a rat long, thin and just different. What type of wolf was she? He stared at her for a moment, and in replace of the anxious he became amused. There was no way this tiny little thing could have taken Ferdie anywhere, he was three times her size, body weight wise at least.

Jace approached her quietly his blue eyes staring at her and his gait even with the slight limp to his front right. He looked her over and spoke softly So you're in league with the cougar that hurt my friend?

"Cougar...?" she whispered in a voice that was slung low in reverence. Cthulhu had never seen a cougar before. Their like didn't inhabit the deep north. They were mythical creatures according to Dygra. Dygra had been mad, but Cthulhu loved her deeply and believed every word she and the other cultists said. That was the duty of a daughter who was equally made.

"We know... n-no cougarses," she whined as she grovelled, changing into yet another tense meant to refer to her singular self. "We've seen no cougars, they are mythical, they come from... the monsters," and having concluded her thought, Cthulhu's eyes bugged out.

"The Ferdie is a cougar?" This was asked meekly and it was with a begging expression that ahe stared up at Jace. He was a handsome wolf but Cthulhu couldn't notice that. She was a coywolf who knew only shadows, nightmares, and drivel. "Can... can you take us to see it?"

Jace her the reverent undertone in her voice and he shifted his weight uncomfortable. Clearly this she wolf thing, was not right upstairs. There was something really very wrong with her. However, he was in no position to judge, his mental facilities were not always sound, even on his best day with his blood borne rages and his serious social faux pas.

Jace frowned and stared at her again Though I agree that Cougar's are monsters, they are very real. Jace shifted again and backed up as her eyes bugged out of her skull. And she begged him with words and eyes to take her to see the cougar. Who would want to meet a cougar of all things. I mean really. uhh cougars aren't known for their manners and being nice to visitors. I mean listen I think we started out badly. Umm I'm Jace and I am looking for my friend Ferdie who was attacked by a cougar.

Jace said that monsters were real and Cthulhu believed him. He must have seen a cougar with his own eyes. Oh, how massive they must be! That they were around the same size as ordinary wolves would have baffled the poor batty wolf beyond comprehension. Thankfully, Jace made no mention of their size, and she was too caught up in knowing they really existed to ask.

"No monsters have manners," Cthulhu helpfully pointed out, "but this one like to see them anyway!" Jace was quick to change the subject, though, and clarified that his friend was attacked by a cougar. Though horror should have been Cthulhu's predominant emotion, instead she fixed Jace with that awful smile of hers. "That one's friend must be very special," she said, almost managing to sound wise as she did, "cougars are not known to attack just anyone. That's what Cthulhu's mum says!"

Jace had seen a cougar in real life, and though they weren't much bigger than wolves, they had claws and teeth; they could climb freaking trees. He shook his head this was one messed up she wolf.

Jace tried to make sense of her backward speech, so this wolf had to be Cthulhu, that was the second time she referred to herself in the third person. At least he was assuming she was talking about herself, he hoped so. Because if not she was even crazier than he thought she was.

Jace shifted he supposed he wasn't really sure who attacked who first. Actually Cthulhu I don't know who attacked who first. All I saw was the aftermath. Did you happen to see a big grey and white wolf this way? Meticulously well groomed? He didn't know if she would be able to answer him, but he had to try.

Cthulhu's face seemed to fall when Jace admitted he didn't know the origin of the fight. If all talesntold by Dygra were true—and, according to Cthulhu, they absolutely were—then cougars always struck first. They came from the shadows, great hulking cat beasts with fifteen eyes and twelve sets of fangs arranged longest to shortest, back to front. They had three tails and none of them were ever still. The more she thought of cougars, the more grotesque and hideous they became...

"Huh?" Cthulhu intoned when the unfamiliar word "meticulously" drew her attention away from her imagination. She hadn't heard the description of Ferdie and so unhelpfully shook her head. "Nope, Cthulhu seen no one."

Jace did not realize what the girl's fascination was with the cougar. He certainly wondered why she was so obsessed with it. Jace always thought that cougars and wolves mostly left each other alone, after all there was not much size difference between the biggest of his species and the cougars. However, there were fools in every breed.

Jace studied the miserable creature before him and he shook his head. He shifted and looked at her. Listen Cthulhu I have to get back to my family. But if you are ever near the Sunspire and you need a friend give me a howl. Then he dipped his muzzle and turned towards the Sunspire.

Her mind began to wander again, as it tended to do. When Jace announced he had to be leaving she looked at him almost dreamily and said, "We will." Without giving him an opportunity to question this change in identity, as it were, the silvery hybrid began to leave as well.

One simply couldn't trace the strange inbred's pattern of speech. One minute she was "this one", the next "Cthulhu" and, on some rare occasions, she referred to herself omnisciently. Of course, she knew nothing more than any other wolf, as evidenced by how she mulled over the name Ferdie as she went away. She'd never met a Ferdie. She almost turned to tell Jace that again, but halfway through her turn she noticed the dark-haired male was nowhere to be seen.