Barrow Fields oh my god

@Vonn HERE U GO <3

The sprawling fields felt terribly frozen in the winter's frosty embrace, every bitter gasp of wind shuddering up her spine and climbing tendrils beneath her fur, serrated as a row of needles. The rosy vixen had split further from the gathering group in order to forage the coast for her elusive sibling, but as of yet, in the dim afternoon sun, there was no vision of golden fur against the ivory - Vyn was on the verge of saying to hell with it and returning further inland, and her sleek figure trembled with the vicious eruptions of air. When would the damn winter end?

With a cloudy huff of displeasure, the reigns queen scowled at the overcast clouds; grey and miserable, a clear indication of what might come from her search. Absolutely, freaking, nothing - unless some miraculous saint came along to soothe her woes and nestle warmth into her viens: wishful thinking, perhaps, but it was almost the only concept keeping her chest rising and falling at this point. Holy shit, she wanted a nap. In a cosy, warm den.

If only.

vonn's been dead to me since aure got preggo i'm sorry!! ;a;

The Crow had left his sister in good spirits -- and with one of a particular good heart. He could still feel the press of her when they'd embraced, willowy and crude but Aure, and the traveler was sure that the sensation wouldn't be lost on him anytime soon. Once Stigmata's debt would finally be paid, Vonn would return to the Taiga, pledge himself, and be more close to his sister than he'd ever been in years.

It was with this merriment that he headed back down along the coast, despite the dreary day, plush coat ruffled and bolstered against the chill all the same. It was with this mirthful air that he, too, sighted and scented female -- and it was this that gave him cause to re-chart his course. He would never leave a lady to shiver to her soul!

So, the Crow did what he usually did best; sleuthing his way up right one of those fabled, haunted barrows and draping himself along it. For all the world, he looked like some languid lord as he warbled loftily, leeringly, "Buen día, dama."

no worries! <3 (been stalking aure threads tbh)

She was sucked deep into her thoughts when the voice reached out to her upon the wind, hackles bristling in shock at the sudden jolt of the realization that she was not alone. Who in the FU-

Oh.

He was handsome; a pelt born of the moon's luminosity, with stardust eyes and marked in scars across his ivory features- she hadn't seen him because his fur matched the crystals of snow beneath her paws so wonderfully, and the vixen thought he looked quite regal amongst the wintry landscape. A snow king. Fitting, for a wandering, lonely queen such as herself. Ha - perhaps he'd heard her silent pleas for warmth, and come to her rescue.

The words that fell from his tongue weren't ones she recognised, but she figured it was probably a greeting of sorts; fancy words, but the Reigns girl doubted she'd remember them after this meeting. "Well, hey there mister," she crooned in his direction, wondering what sort of approach she'd have to make to tempt this one into a snuggle. Honestly, the longer they stood out in the open, the sooner her toes would freeze and fall off - that would not be an adventure she desired to partake in.