The Floodlands EVE online

16:10, light snow, -1 degrees C

Unknown to Mavis, Otis is writing this on Christmas Eve and is currently buried under three feet of blankets because British people like to pretend their winters are cold. Also unknown is that I have no idea how to start this toon, so we're winging this completely.

So, it was cold. No duh, it's winter but jeez, it was so feckin' cold!

If we're being honest here, Mavis had no idea what lay in wait for her after she'd announced her stupidly on-the-wing plan to her mother. It was risky, sure, but she wanted to spread her metaphorical wings so to speak. She'd become to bored of the islands, so bored of cliffs, so bored of the same trails, seal bays, crab pools, gatherings. Day to day life had become somewhat of a chore. 

"So ya decided ta come to tha north, eh," she grimaced, as one skinny black paw broke through yet another thin sheet of ice into a depressing little puddle of cold water. She gritted her teeth and pulled it out with a squelch. Snow was a lot harder to traverse than any beach she'd come across. Absolute menace. Stupid white stuff. 

So it comes to nobody's surprise when, after crossing not even a quarter of the floodlands, Mavis stood frozen and soaked and looking very sorry for herself on a tiny tuft of un-snowed grass. This was dope.

Maia was also walking through the floodlands on this fine winter day.  We won't pretend to explain how she got there or why she was there, but maybe she was avoiding Towhee so hard that she wanted to bounce from the Glade for a bit.  Travel times, hand wave here.

This place was terrible, wasn't it?  She pulled a face as she stepped in yet another icy pool and felt the frigid water well up about her paw.  Eughhhh, why is it SO..  COLD?!?!  She hunched her shoulders and slunk sideways around another suspicious looking patch of ground.  She should probably turn around and go home, but she hadn't caught anything yet and definitely didn't want to go back empty handed.

Here, bunnies.  Or, yknow, maybe a moose.  Or, like, okay.  I could settle for a beaver or even a snake I guess.  She guessed she probably shouldn't shoot for a moose since she was pretty well alone here.  How much would it stink if she found one and couldn't even take it down?  It would be just like luck to do that to her.

She was wrapped up in fantasizing about moose (a lot of her daydreaming featured food nowadays.  as did a lot of her stories) when she spotted Mavis.  It took her a moment to register the other wolf, but when she did, she stopped and blinked.  Uhh... hi?  Oh, wow, she really wasn't expecting to run into anyone.  You haven't seen any food type stuff, have ya?  Couldn't hurt to ask.