Silence had become her faithful companion long after the says she encountered the white Wolf. Suffice it to say, she had been puzzled by his presence, but it awarded her a rare kind if ease, especially when found in the company of another. And that ease had lasted for some time, extending to the days where she made her camp by the water.
Fodder flocked at near a routine to the shores of the lake to steal a drink. The crystalline depths luring and sweet, and treacherous as the ice sang of the weight it was burdened to carry. At times it would give way, offering the haunting female an easy meal. But it was not the same as the warm blood of a hunt. None the less it was a form of living; this parasitic attachment to the lake.
As she lied in wait for another moment this day, her companion named silence had fled to the sound of a melody nearby. A summoning, by the swell of the octave and the range it sought to reach. A lost soul, perhaps lost... seeking for its own end. Though what ever the cause, it has marring the calm. Slowly, the female rose from her snowy bed, shaking loose the glittering flakes as she wandered nigh to the origin of sound. Or own voice remained preserved, save for the quiet exhale of faint curls as she trot. The was no true urgency, but she was inclined in investigate this call. A summon meant others would come from the recesses of the woods. And she needed to know how much longer she had to keep her own abode.
Perhaps the dark figure ahead would aid her in this... |