Permafrost Hollows oudry

Tufted ears stood tall on alert as a scream echoed through the trees. A large feline was close, another solitude hunter prowling the Permafrost. Where wolves were not a concern to the lynx, cougars and bears posed a larger threat. Their ability to climb was the main reason for Amyrlin to be more wary of her surroundings and she silently berated herself for not catching the cat’s scent much earlier.

She refused to show fear, however, as any other emotion would paint her as prey, something to chase. And right now, she was low on energy, having not had anything to fill her reserves, so a run for her life would end in her actually losing it. And that wasn’t in the long legged feline’s cards today. So, she did what she does best, and feigned boredom.

The cougar was found perched on their ledge, regality oozing from their gaze as they scanned their lands. Amyrlin rolled her eyes at the high and mighty disposition. It did not faze her, she’s seen it all before. Large paws navigated their way through the powder, closing the distance between herself and the cougar. Why not have a little fun?

“Well, hello, Your Majesty. Did you have to scream so loud? You woke me from a nap.”