Great Bear Wilderness DISCOVER · tor-cheney-nahana

Cold. The pale woman was used to it, of course; the place from whence she came had earned its name. Many died from the chill; Blanc even had a deceased half-sibling from a sister that had gotten wet during the wintertime. Frost bit who it would, and her late sister was no different. Blanc had seen it happen and watched her mother grieve; but, fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) she had acquired her fathers empty heart. She could feel, of course; her mother was a woman ruled by emotion, and perhaps Blanc herself was as well. It all remained to be seen; in the company of her parents, Blanc was not her own woman. At least, she did not think that she was.

Well, when that was thought of, what could be done? It was time to see. Time to find out just who she truly was.

The smell of pack caught her attention. The yearling followed the trail energetically, her step livelier than it had been in days. The Chi was quick to come upon him, but she kept her distance for an instant to get a good look at him. There was a word for what he was. Handsome. He was a regal looking male, strong; Blanc was intrigued on that vain principle alone. It was unshakable, this intrigue; but ah, it abated as she noted him moving toward the fringes of their territory. Perhaps he needed aid. She takes a step closer, letting out a whuff to alert him of her presence. The Chi lowers her head in respect, sure he was her superior (he reeked of the place while her scent was so very new), and her head tilts. She is far more social than any of her relatives, yet hoping to not interrupt him, her body language speaks for her this time: would you like help? company?