Otter Creek wolves of the calla

@Indra

relmyna had finally gathered the courage to depart blackfeather, but did so hesitantly — it took several tries before she was able to depart the borders. her turquoise eyes filled with fear as she glanced back along her shoulder, but soon she set her scarred muzzle to the frozen earth and began to range. she would not go far; the scent of water called her. it was as if relmyna suspected she would be caught out angrily for leaving, though she was aware it was well within her rights.
as she drew near to the forked creek, now flecked over with thick ice, relmyna became aware of a metallic bitterness slipping across the remains of her tongue; the tyro drew herself up and blinked quickly at the haze that had suddenly spread itself weblike across her vision. panic welled in her belly — the cold abruptly ceased to touch her and soon thereafter, her small body thudded dully to the snow-covered creekbank as she spun down into a blood-tasting blackness.