Permafrost Hollows end of the journey; first of the trials

couldn't resist this

she had no wish to speak to zephyr right now, didn't want to talk to a single damn soul about the words...those stupid, stupid words she'd just been delivered. best not to think about the meaning lurking behind them, they were just words...horrible, devastating words. but he deserved to know...not that she owed a thing to the world right now, want to talk about 'deserved'? she had a whole shit ton she could snarl about in relation to such an incredulous idea as deserving anything right now. so the half hearted decision had been made to skim by the location where the wraith had chosen to settle, if she happened to spot the little ghost haunting the borders then she'd deal with..delivering that...news or something. she didn't really know, she was banking on not bumping into zephyr honestly, the only reason she even strayed so close was to ease her own guilt at keeping this pain to herself. strange sentence if she thought about it, to feel guilty to not make someone feel what she felt. but would zeph even feel the daggers cut that deep? such vehement ice had steeled any words spoken of their papa before- a hitched breath at the word as it floated by with such languid indifference- papa.

it is not zephyr or his spoken of mate that she ends up coming across; no, rather what could've been mistaken for a lump of rock were it not for the sun's persistent rays catching the soft light of downy fur. somber features press even further into a frown as she inspects this...pup? from afar. did it like...belong to zephyr? he didn't really give off paternal vibes, especially considering that well...he'd killed a puppy before. strange how such a fact no longer had a proper bite to it, such obsessive pondering over it had left her desensitized to this faded fact of their history. "i hope zephyr hasn't taken to kidnapping pups" she drawled, tones lacking any humour that perhaps should have accompanied such a statement. no, the sharp edged blades to spin from her jaws were nothing like anything polaris had uttered to the world before. even as she lingered, voice intended to have a sharp enough volume to stir the youngster from its nap, the want to whisk away before those eyes could focus on her screamed and pleaded. but somewhere, under that murky swamp of darkness that had invaded her soul the moment she had scrambled from the borders of whitebark stream, a flicker of concern glowed stubbornly. a shard of light fighting back those leering shadows cramping around it, why was such a young child out here alone? did they even actually know of her sibling or was the location mere coincidence? a heavy, wearied sigh was all to shift forth.