Whitebark Stream Finally Free

«Hey there. May I? :)»



All Cry could remember was something no less than the sky going itself apart, picking him up, and flinging him through the Wilds. He had no say-so in the destination, and he regretted such, for it seemed he was lost. He had wandered from his drop off spot, looking for anything that might resemble The Bay. Listened for the sound of that familiar Sea that cooled his flaming spirit, but could be useful now for his equally burning pads and ribs. 
Nothing. 

The obsidian Prince studied his new whereabouts with a frosty stare, and continued his trek in silence. 
The scent that followed in his entrance to a skeletal first of Aspens was that of another wolf. A swift recap of the scent process she was alone, not of pack, and nearby.

Only then did the frozen irises catch movement father ahead of him, and he continued forward.  

She lay prone in the waters that swam around her, and the shadow child observed her state. First, he has to see if she was conscious. Maybe she hasn't succumbed to the hysteria of hypothermia, yet.

"Are you alive? Or are you at least edible, girl?"