Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

The black female hated snow she stuck out like a sore dewclaw (Bahaha canind thumb) This was once of the reasons she had gotten picked on so much in her early years. she had a hard time letting go, in fact she just could not let go, though none of those would ever bother her again.

Regardless Whrist would never give up an inch of pack land, even in this weather she patrolled and refreshed markers this was why when Nyra’s call went up she was the first to answer the call to arms.

Her paws remained ever silent even as they dipped into the snow, Her first year taught her if she could at least remain unheard, she might be yet unseen. Crashing was heard before she got to the source of the call and Nyra bolted by, Whrist’s eyes were wide as she saw what had the Harbringer running.

She darted forward catching up to Nyra her lighter form allowing her to skim close the surface of the snow rather then sink like the bear and possibly Nyra herself.

“Plan” Whrist shouted at Nyra? “We might need more wolves” She panted keeping pace with Nyra though she could go faster “in order to harry this thing,” She glanced back and purposely poured on more speed to stay at least a half stride ahead of Nyra. Keeping in mind that the one to survive a bear fight was likely the faster of the victims. She was worried that the sight of two targets might possibly enrage it more, Whrist being the obvious easy to see target in this white world when it was just her and the white harbringer alone.

Whrist tilted her head just slightly so that she could keep the pursuer in her peripheral  vision while charging forward following Nyra’s lead her ears cocked in such a way to catch any word uttered by her.