Cassiopeia's View We do this every night

ghost spar! :D obvi before she kicks the bucket as well

Kiwi hadn't planned on coming this far south, but she'd had little luck finding anywhere worth spending the winter.  She'd passed a pack or two, but each time she'd gone straight on without even bothering to check.  She called it looking for the best, but in reality, she was stalling.  She didn't want to join one and stubbornly refused to try.

So here she was, well below where she started and surrounded by snow.  She stepped distastefully around a pile of the stuff, then looked out towards the horizon beyond.  Maybe if she went towards the mountains?  The wolves there would at least be somewhat interesting, and she'd enjoyed the peak when she'd lived there before.  If she was to claim any pack, one that already settled a terrain like that would prove a pretty huge asset.

These thoughts occupied her as she pressed on, not stopping until she spotted a shape moving out of the corner of her eye.  She snapped around and stared at Nyra, the fur along her neck standing on edge.  She'd been hassling strangers for weeks and honestly, it wasn't hitting the same.  So with a look that was part disdain, part disinterest, Kiwi moved to keep on going past.  Probably wasn't worth her time anyway.