Duskfire Glacier Sittin' quiet and still

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[size=small]With the feather still clutched firmly between her teeth the young female inadvertedly slinked past the equally lonesome Adlartok. While she had failed to awknowlegde his scent by the simple fact the wind was favoring him and her mind was (as usual) wrapped in the clouds, the sound of his call was almost enough to make her shit herself. A loud growl of fear and surprise exited from her mouth as she brusquely turned her head to meet the male with defensive eyes. Aside from her siblings, or course, and Nea -- a female Maera had little interest on -- she had never encountered a wolf that matched her undeveloped semblance or awkward stance.

But far from finding this relieving, the young Sveijarn found it quite surprising. What did he expect from her? ".. Who are you?" she barked accusingly, the owl feather now dangling in her mouth like a cigarette.
In her mind, where things were painted rosy pink to hide the ugliness, she was an adult, not a child. And though it was obvious the boy standing in front of her was her equal she did not see it as such.
She was an adult.
At least in her mind she was.
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