Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

elspeth watched as long as she could; until the burn in her neck and the snow clinging to her lashes forced her to turn away from the sight of snow falling from the heavens. 

a man had materialized some feet away. 

he cut a looming figure against the sky from her perch -- draped in greys and whites. it was as if he'd been conjured from the winter air itself, colored in the same hues of the sea and snow. 

the she-dog stifled the shiver that wished to tremble down her spine. 

she found it hard to meet his sharp, yellow gaze; her own eyes dropping to the he-wolf's paws instead. his eyes sremed so gold it felt they could pierce right through her. 

the air grew heavy, her own trepidation practically palpable.

she wondered if he was real. if he could hear her heart pounding in her chest from where he stood. if perhaps, given that he was corporeal, that he might think her terribly rude for not speaking.

"hálo."