Permafrost Hollows she names conquerors, and the servile regimes they birthed

The heart of the territory, the glacier, is oft where the other wolves spend their time. @Tahani keeps her entertained most of the time but the air is becoming chilly, making it colder all over the territory. The strange ice has been a shock to her, having once and vaguely remembering heat and warmth and not the need to struggle for warmth. Currituck stays off the ice as much as she can but her bored little legs often work her around all over the place. 

Her ears have become larger, her legs longer and paws awkwardly large for her body. She differs greatly from the other wolves, she’s starting to notice, and questions begin to form. She doesn’t yet bring them to the surface because it seems silly. For her whole life, she’s been around these wolves but something nags at her that none of this is right. It is not enough for her to seek out the answers she needs just yet and instead she pursues onward. 

For a while, she annoying plays with @Aqakuktuq‘s tail when she finds her before ultimately losing her along the way. There’s always been a fondness for the pale wolf that isn’t part of her family but also is, in some way. Having accepted most things that happened to her, she finds it easy to leave behind and when their playing is done she’s moved on, finding herself in uncharted territory. 

Not quite realizing where she’s gotten herself, she stumbles upon another. His coat is not white and she blinks owlishly up at him as she stumbles upon his path. Ears draw back and her tail hangs low, though the tip wiggles in display that she hopes is received with kindness.