Snowforest Taiga [feast] deimeika

Nearby, Ensio had been gorging himself while the feast was full swing. He was far from a glutton, but tonight he could make an exception. He was in good spirits anyways. The massive ribcage of a caribou lay sprawled out in front of him, with ample amounts of meat still clinging to it. He swallowed a thick wad of meat, licking his chops.

He had better take a break before he burst. Moving away, he bent down to wipe his muzzle clean in the snow. Dusted with the white substance, the dark mask of his face took on a more faded look than usual. Mid roll, he paused. Movement caught his eye. Someone approaching. A young girl, white save for a blaze of fire along her spine.

With sharp icy eyes he looked at her. He liked the contrast of her colors, he decided. Quite different than his own. Ensio had a naturally intense air about him. He couldn't help it even if he tried. He was after all, Wintersbane's son. He stood up, trying to shake out his coat as best as he could manage. Mirroring her posture, he pranced forward, stiff legged. Dark tipped tail high, waving with the invitation to play, dance or dine with him.