Larksong Grotto red among stars

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Thuringwethil knows long before they get to the grotto that it is uninhabited. Most land is covered by snow, untouched by paws that are not prey. The occasional canine print is spotted by the closer they get, the fewer and farther between they are. Reek and his lot had been meant to last too long and the lack of wolves they’ve seen claiming to be part of the grotto leads her to believe it wholly and firmly.

She has never been inside the walls of the grotto, only standing on the outside, attempting to make deals with wolves that prove a waste of time. She’d gotten what she wanted out of all of it, in the grand scheme of things, and as expected they have perished.

A deep breath in and she releases a puff of dragon’s breath.

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After spending the night in the grotto, Rose rose to his feet. Stretching his toes on the still somewhat warm earth that retained his heat throughout the nap. Smooth claws digging into the earth as the goliath stretched his muscles one by one, hearing mild cracks as the hinges settled back into place. 

The beauty of being a loner is that there were no duties for him to accomplish. No one to hound him for sleeping the day and night away, only hunger was his master as it would drag him out of the den he'd take up for the time being and do the same thing the next day. Perhaps if he was lucky he could come accross a carcass that could fill his belly more so than a rabbit. A free meal could be nice, to fill his belly with no effort. Build some fat to burn for any slow days to come as winter rounds the corner. 

Powerful shoulders rolled under the cape of plush white as he emerged from the cove, his warm breath creating a plume as it rolled off his pink tongue and into the chilled air. A female welcomed his sight as he stopped short just a few meters from the entrance. Watching her with a molten sunny gaze. Is it curiosity that you brought you here, or my scent. His tone was as svelt, no malice hidden in his words despite his brain humming with the desire to defend himself from the stranger who was at the mouth of the cove.
 

BAM! I'm in

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She does not note the disturbance until she hears the voice, turning her head in time to see a figure seemingly come out of nowhere. Thuringwethil slowly blinks, unamused and mostly unaffected by the playful comment. If her guard were here, she’d simply have him take care of the annoyance, but she stands alone and figure out how to get around this. The brute mimics her in size and likely power but he bears indication he belongs to anyone. Warbone crosses her mind, briefly, but this stranger pales in comparison to such a majestic beast. Thuringwethil sets her darkened eyes as she deciphers whether or not it’s worth her time to entertain any information out of him.

“If I were here for you, you wouldn’t be questioning it,” she tells him and, losing interest, turns her head back the way she’d been going and continues her original intention.

As he waited for her answer, though it was a short wait. Rosencrantz took in her scent, there was nothing special about it.

Her answer came, and though he stood where he remained, inside the cove - waiting for something more to come from it. She turned to leave.

Good. He thought. Although all the females he had come across in these lands were strange in their own way, at least this one wandered off. Without giving her a second look, he himself left the cave and walked on his own route, leaving the female to her own while he was to find a meal, no matter how small. Just something to fill his belly to start the day.

im starting to see a pattern with him lol not very easy to keep threads going lolol! some day he'll have longer threads.