Raven's Watch Shinåb

It seemed as if the worlds' poor luck  seem to find itself an unfortunate soul, Ayov, who would have been able to make her escape unnoticed if it were not the case. All that misfortune seemed to strike the pale one in that moment. The golden wolf jerked his head up at the sound of scrambling paws against muck and ice, his gaze quickly finding the creator of such a disturbance before him.

A soft tsk noise escaped him, unsure what to make of her sudden appearance. ''Hm, I reckon there are better ways to break the ice rather than crashing into it.'' His voice was soft, no humour but his words were spoken in good nature. Something about the display made him take a respectful step backwards, flicking an ear to listen around him for the sound of hidden paws.

Nada. Seemed she was alone, as he was. Wormwood eyed her momentarily, his pelt though damp, was now disregarded of the muck that once clung to it which seemed fortunate for him, unlike she, who was now in his prior position.