Ice Within The storm

[Glace]

Howling wind, that was all that rang in her ears now and she knew it well, hardly did she acknowlage the billowing snow falling all around her. Violet optics stared ahead into the white nothingness around her, so beautiful was the snow, so pure and clean from sin and hatrd. Nothing in this world could match the whiteness of snow, this she also knew.

Ignoring the bitter cold that had swallowed up this covered meadow the she wolf continued onward, flecks of snow and ice clinging to her red and brown fur while the very light blue stripe along her spine remained untouched by the cold clumps of ice. She had been born in winter and had prefered it over any season, though prey may have been scarc it was still a lovely season. But now she had to find shelter or would freeze soon, quickly the femme legnthed her pace, panting cold puffs of air as she attemptd to find some bit of shelter with little success.

The howling wind ringing in her ears brought back a memory of that time, her dear brother... her poor dear brother, treated so cruelly and given so little while the snow and ice clung to him and the rest of the pack. Then the snarls of rage and eyes buring with accusations that were not even justified, her brother being chased out of the pack for something terrible. But she often wondered... did he actually commit the sin?

Now was seriously not the time to contemplate all of this. Shaking her head and growling angrily at herself, Glace continued on, her body beginning to tremble a little as her fur steadily began to dampen and the chill began to seep in, she was running out of time.

[Draeg]

Vision obscured by a blinding flurry of white, the grizzled veteran trudge through the snow covered landscape, hardly aware of the bitter cold surrounding him. His rich brown pelt, normally a brilliant amber in the suns warming glow and worn from age and use, protected him from the worst of the elements while hefty pads allowed him to march unhindered upon the fallen snow. He remain unbothered by the unyielding storm, even as snow gathered on his dampening pelt.

In all truths he was used to such conditions, far worse in fact, having originated in the far off lands of Skein to the northwest in the land known to man as Norway. Though in the recent years he might have been accused of growing lax, to him it was as if he were experiencing the first chilly day that winter had to offer. Amber orbs peering through the frozen haze he lengthen his stride, increasing his pace across the heavily altered terrain. Navigating the growing snowdrift proved a difficult chore, storm having washed away any familiar scents he might have used as a reference point. But he was Varg, with senses evolved far beyond that of any man or dog, and this land was his domain, having memorized every rock, tree, and shrub in the years since he’d bested the previous Dragga, a hefty brute by the name of Brypaw, for it.

Auds pinned flat against his scalp he pressed on, thick pelt billowing in the fierce gale as he fought his way through the raging north winds. It was high time he found shelter, the storm was beginning to pick up and while his pelt may have protected him from the worse effects of the cold even he wasn’t foolish enough to be caught out in a blizzard. Plodding on his thoughts turned towards that of his youngest daughter, Sorcha, face a mask of concern as he wonder how she was doing and whether she was safe.

He felt somewhat disappointed with himself for not being with her, it was Sorcha’s first winter and he worried for her safety constantly. More then anything he wanted to be with her, curled up in a nice cozy den with Shayla, his elder daughter and Sorcha’s sister, telling cub stories and play fighting. And he’d had been doing just that if all for this damned storm!

Throat rumbling in the beginnings of an annoyed growl Draeg resigned himself to the fact that he would have to find shelter until it was safe to travel again, until then he would just have to wait out the storm. Sorcha would be well taken care of until he returned though he couldn’t help lament over his own absence. Noting a flicker of movement ahead of him he found himself gazing upon a lone Varg wandering aimlessly in the distance, apparently lost. Tilting his head back he called out, shouting over the storm and straining his vocals just to be heard. “And you would be?”

[Glace]

A brown and dark tinged red furred skull shot up and auditories flicked with a keen sense of interest and curiousity. Turning violet eyes that pierced through the snow and raging wind the femme barely caught the sight of a dragga, a proud looking creature at that but it was obvious that he had a few year's on him. Auds pulling flat against a rust skull the drappa quietly moved in his directions so as to avoid the need of much shouting in this damned wind.

Once within his sight and close enough she immediatly lowered her head and tail in submittance, not daring or wanting to enrag the dragga, she could not afford that in this hell of a snowstorm. Feeling a sort of domineering presance around him she spoke loud enough for him to hear but toneless enough to keep her emotions hidden away... for now at least "Glace." she gave no more then her name, no more then was needed.

[Draeg]

Amber orbs peering through the haze the battered dragga fixed his gaze upon the tinged fae ahead of him. She was close enough for him to know that she was a stranger to these lands, her pelt not matching any of the varg roamed freely throughout Ge-Rad. He let out a slight growl as she started her approach, ears swiveling forward as his entire body went rigid.

Tilting his head he acknowledged her submissive gesture with a slight bow, tail flickering behind him as he motion for her to rise. Her voice was barely audible over the roaring winds, so much so that Draeg found that he had to strain his ears just to hear her. “Draeg.” he responded in a similar fashion, turning his back to her. The amber dragga began scraping his paws against the ground, scooping away pawfuls of hardened snow and ice with each seep until he’d formed a crude burrow. Stepping back he motioned her inside, yelling over the wind. “We can wait here until the storm passes.”

[Glace]

Glace flicked her ears forward and pricked them sharply so as to hear the Dragga's voice among the howling wind. Mentally cursing the elements she was silent but followed him without hesitance, one did not pass up the thought of a free shelter when it was provided... well those who didn't have a death wish did not pass it up.

Slipping inside she grumbling in a bit of annoyance to herself before shaking the snow and ice from her dark fur, violet yes flicked around the interior curiously for a long moment before she quietly padded over to a sutible corner and plopped down, obviously weary from having trudgd and forced her way through so much snow and wind.

Without a word Glace lowered her head and stared at the wall, her thoughts once more flickering to her brother, where they remained.

[Firefly]

"I've gotta get out of this storm" a voice whispered barely audible in the cries of the wild wind and blowing snow. The voice had come from a tanned wolf. Though the wolf's structure was thin, thin to be that of a winter pelted wolf. Her legs were skinier, her muzzle mroe foxlike. Her tail characteristically curled over her rump like that of a spitz type breed of dog. That was right. Dog. The tanned femme was part dog. But that part of the story did not matter, not now in the midst of the strengthening storm.

Fly bit her lip, curling back as a gust of wind suddenly swept a handul of snow into her face, the biting chill blinding her vision for the second before she hastilly shook it off. At places of her body, her fur had frozen up, crystals of ice clinging and freezing onto the strands of fur.

Firefly cursed herself for being so ignorant of the weather and the time. She had gone to the eastern borders a different route this time to check up on the markers as it was her job to not only scout but to refresh the markers at the borders. The sky had told of the storm to come but who knew Fly would have headed back a little too late and the storm coming a little too early.

Now almost blindingly the tan furred femme had to meander her way slowly back to the den. All senses seeming to be erased from existance. Between the gails of blowing snow Firefly had suddenly caught the movement of another creature. Another braving the storm like her? Was it one of the younger pack members? Firefly had to find out, she had to be sure. Her pace quickened and she found herself clumsier then ever. Her paws stumbled on the thick snow, sinking deep into the banks of some parts. Fly growled, her toes felt frozen to its core her paw pads stiff.

The winds howled and hissed in her ears but they parted like opening curtains and revealed the bodies of two wolves. Firefly let out a high pitched bark, one that matched her body type. But to no avail, the wind drowned her voice. Squinting she watched as the two wolves dissappeared into the snow. Bewildered Firefly bounded forward in wonder and curiousity barely able to keep herself up from sinking into the whiteness. She approached a spot of heavy pawprints already becoming covered up again. looking around she suddenly found herself looking at a small hollow in the snow banks. Blinking she tilted her head and began to paw at the entrance, the snow had aleady began to cover it. A few more scratches and Fly then dipped her small head in and poked through. She was surprised at what she found and had released a growl before a sharp bark. "Who's this?" she inquired sharply to Draeg, before nudging his thigh in affectionate greeting. The closest she was of being able to touch him.

Fly looked behind her, There would be no way three wolves could fit into this burrow. Fly had simply slipped in her forebody sheltered from the bitter wind whilst her rump and tail was left dangling in the wind outside.

[Draeg]

Eyes following the bi-hued femme Draeg watch her disappear beneath the small burrow, the volume of the storm blocking out her annoyed grumbling so that they remain unheard by the amber varg. As soon as her tail had vanished beneath the frozen enclosure he followed, making his way into the shelter structure of snow and ice and escaping from the frigid chill of winter outside.

Taking a moment to let his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness Draeg turned situated himself near the entrance into the den, settling back on his haunches in case he needed to spring into action. Despite the fact that he’d invited Glace to bunk with him the snow capped brute was still suspicious of the unknown fae, recent experience had taught him to be wary of unknown varg regardless of how they might appear. The stormed had diluted her scent making it difficult to for him to determine whether or not she belonged to a pack or was simply wandering alone, in either case she could still pose a very threat to Ge-Rad for these days being a Kerl accounted for nothing amongst the likes of Sarnes and the Balkar. Draeg regarded her with a somewhat suspicious curiosity, it was entirely possible that the frost bitten drappa had gotten lost in the storm and wound up in Ge-Rad. But the last attack on his homeland had made him wary, it was entirely possible that Zeiv, Serg, or even Shunke had sent her to act as a scouting party for another surprise attack. The timing was perfect and with the blizzard acting as cover for the invading party Ge-Rad wouldn’t know about an oncoming attack until it was too late.

For her part Glace merely brushed passed him, making a beeline for a secluded corner where she immediately isolated herself. Seeing as she didn’t seem like she was going to be saying anything soon Draeg spoke, low growl making its way out from betwixt his battered maw. “So what’s your story?”

No sooner had he spoke then Draeg became aware of something scratching away at the entrance behind him, scrabbling at the thickening layer of snow that had settled upon the tiny burrow like a thin blanket. Eyes narrowing the amber Dragga turned to face the intruder, feeling a brief gust of wind sweep across his face as the thin covering was torn away a moment later revealing a rather familiar sight. “Firefly?”

He responded somewhat coldly to her sudden appearance, still somewhat bitter over her frequent absences over the past few moons. However regardless how he might have felt toward the tan hybrid at the moment Draeg knew he could never stay mad at Firefly for very long, despite her reclusive nature he loved her as fierce as he had the day he’d confessed his love to her. She was just about all he had left. Nudging her back he conveyed his pleasure with her presence, amber orbs gazing upon her frozen form. “Don’t know, found her wandering the storm.” he responded, nudging her forward. “Get in here before your tail falls off, you’re pelt’s not nearly thick enough for you to stay outside.”

[Firefly]

Cyan orbs wandered around the burrow, the darkness was fuzzy, though after a few blinks the details of the makeshift shelter was beginning to render. Fly shook her head, ridding the snow that seasoned her pelt and ridding the ice and snow that blocked her nasal passages.

Her first reaction to the scene before her was not one of pure liking. Rumors throughout the valley had followed Draeg like vultures after a fallen carcass. Rumors of having more than one fae. The onslaught of Shayla's rendition of Krystal's bewitching of her father had also floated to Firefly's ears. Though the tan hybrid had decided to hide her thoughts of the disposition from her mate for now. The tan hybrid, born shy and the more quiet presence type had decided to wait for the time being. Though the foxlike mix was not all too impressed and stumbling into this scenario. Draeg alone in a small compartment with another fae.

Lips twitched as the distinct curl of Fly's tail twitched in aggrivation. in defense, one could not naturally blame Fly for any femme would be sensitive about their mate's social where about with the opposite gender. Firefly's cyan orbs bore into the apparent kerl fae. Deep pools that were now frozen over with the look of utmost discontent. Her icy glare moved over to Draeg and his bitter greeting only added to Firefly's frustration of not only the weather that caught them all unguarded but the scene that elapsed before her.

Shaking out her pelt once more she had almost forgot about the storm and why they were there until Draeg had mentioned it. Fly shot one last look full of daggers to the fae before relaxing tense muscles. So this fae was just here by chance. Fly nodded. Delicatly and using as little movements as possible the hybrid neatly tucked her bottom under her, wrapping herself up in a tight ball. It was a tight squeeze and frankly not a position you would find a drappa, though she much rathered this then staying out halfway in the storm. Her tongue rasped against her fur, trying to melt away the ice that clung to her pelt like hungry leeches. Compared to the other two wolves, she was by far the smaller of the group. Her body had been built for speed, her legs though were long and slender, and true too what Draeg had said her fur was not as thick as that to a standard wild wolf. Though her undercoat had not failed her yet. Cyan orbs blinked gently "How did you get stuck out in that storm?" Fly asked lying her head down onto the amber draggas tail.