Night of Dreaming and Learning (open)

[Frost]

Frost laid her ears back as she wandered into the abandoned settlement. She couldn't smell anything here, and that made her wary.

There were strange looking dens all around her. Some were mud, and other's were wood. She knew humans had been here a long time ago, but that was before her time, so she didn't recognize any of these dens. She stopped at a post that had a small pond next to it.

Frost lapped up some water and felt it trickle down her throat. She smiled as her stomach filled. She was hungry, but not that much. Se had eaten a little bit from a leftover Herla carcass a couple days ago, and she had been feasting on squirrels and ground mice ever since.

She laid down and let her thoughts drift. Man, I miss Blitz, she thought. Frost was no longer embarrased about thinking of Blitz the way she did. The next time she saw him, she was going to confront him and talk to him about it.

Frost wanted to know if he felt the same way about her as she felt about him. These thoughts drifted as they often did, and soon she felt her eyelids closing and the blanket of dreams overcoming her. Her past haunted her.

Billy and Frost followed their father through the land he was taking them through. Frost's stomach started to growl.

'Father, I'm hungry! And where are we going?' Frost had asked. Her father continued walking without answering her. She sighed and her brother followed along behind her. He hadn't said a word since they had left.

An hour or so later, their father stopped. Tor was just beginning to rise. Fenris had already dipped below the horizon. Frost wearily sat down next to her brother.

'Let's rest here for the night.' Those words were the last ones she would ever hear out of her father.[/b]

A stick cracked in real life, and Frost jumped. She must have been sleeping for hours, for Tor was almost to the middle of the sky. Frost's stomach was rumbling, and a shiver went down her spine.

She had the eerie feeling that she was being watched.[/color]

[▪ Talar ▪]

Those dreams....
They never let me forget, do they?

The crescent of Tor rose high in the sky, it shone, but not as bright as Talar loved. The eerie creak of human nest was in the place. The tan hue lurked inside a human stall. She had never been inside, and never dared to go in one either. She wasn't a cub anymore though, Talar was a young adolescent and she no longer was haunted by pup tails. Though instinct always reminded her never to be so fearless. Besides the smell of human was beyond stale, seeming a lifetime since one had ever touched the ground around it.

Some of the broken walls still towered over that land, while others were crumpled and weathered to the ground. A crow screeched above her landing on a wall made of stone, she jumped inside her skin. Why did I even come here in the first place? Talar thought, also thinking of her warm den back in Ge-Rad pack lands. The company of others. This,.. but this place was something else. At least a place of shelter for the night maybe.

Then she thought she smelt another, a varg. The faint smell of a she wolf ran into her pointed nose. Turning near a trail humans would often use, it had no grass but hard rock and what not. Then she looked to see a white figure holding up under the moon. What....? Talar said seeing the adult-shaped figure sleeping in the grass. A white femme varg who she had possibly smelt. But-... She thought looking at it to be the same age as her sister who was also white. "Is it her?" She said quietly to herself remembering her white sister with a pink circle around her eye along with blue dots all in an unmistakable pattern.

Then Without thinking Talar stepped forward and a stick broke beneath her paw-step making the white Fae sit up with alarm. Then she saw the Faes face and it had no symbol to it. Talar began to feel her stomach tighten, she wished it was her sister a little. Then the sped off in the opposite direction hoping the Fae wouldn't see her go. Though Talar bet it as she kept running, who knew what the she-wolf could do. Talar just felt too home sick to talk, whipping out into the darkness of the streets. She thought she heard her fallowing, but she didn't look back.

[Frost]

Frost heaved herself up and ran after the other fae. She didn't see how she had scared her, for she had been sleeping. It seemed as if the other fae had went into the dirt path. Frost shook her head and bounded after the other varg as fast as she could.

She went into super-fast mode and soon she was just a white blur. As she gained upon the fae, she took in her appearance. But, as she got even closer, she forgot about it and ran in far in front of the fae.

She closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. As she did, she caught the smell of another varg on the wind. It smelled like a mann. As the smell diffused more and more through the air, she realized that she recognized the scent as Koran. And the more she smelled the scent, the more she realized that she knew the mann from Koran.

Blitz! she thought.

[Blitz]

The day was cold, it grew old as Blitzen saw the figure of Tor in the air. Fernis was long gone. He wandered aimlessly and came upon the old human settlement. Such wonders it held and Blitz felt such curiosity of the human more that he did fear them instead.

He was inside a mud box right now, the roof was gone and he could see the dark sky above him. The was when a Raven perhed ontop of the building and schreeched making Blitzen jump thinking it was a varg or something. He had smelt a few earlier and decided to fallow their trails and ended here. From the schreech he jumped and his flank hit a table that broke into many dustly pieces filling the air that ended with a loud chrash of pots.

Blitzen took his way out of the house as quickly as he could away from the mysterious place of humans. Shaking his coat of all the dust and debree he lifted his maw to sniff hte air. There it was again two varg scents. More clear than before he noticed that they where both Faes, both smelling oddly familiar. Then he heard the pounding of rushing footsteps and look to his left to see a white Fae with a black foot chasing a tan colored Fae with a black tail and feet. One Koran, the other Ge-rad.

His eyes widened and he yelled out, "FROST!..TALAR!?!...Is that you!" He bounded down the slope to meet both of them, but why is Talar running from Frost. He wondered coming into their sight and saw Frost look around happily, he geussed that she had smelt him. "Greetings Familiar Vargs"

[▪ Talar ▪]

ooc- sorry it took so long :[

Talar gazed at the brown Mann then looked back at the white Fae. Well Blitz sounded as if he knew who she was... Talar thought then eased her surpriesed look and looked over to where blitz stood, "Greetings Blitz!" She said with a slight laugh then turned to Frost, "Are you-.. Frost? I am Talar. Greetings" Talar felt wary and embarassed that she had just ran away practically.

Seeing Blitz bound down for them she smiled, "It's a wonder what we all are even doing here ain't it?" Talar laughed. The two were Koran, well it was better than running into List or Balkar, anyway Talar herself was Ge-radian. The air felt so cold and mysterious for the summer weather and Talar let out a shiver and sat down forcing a smile on her face, "It's been a long time sice I saw you Blitz." She claimed hoping she wasn't disturbing the two. "How are you,... both of you." Talar still blabbered on, she hated sighlent and ocward moments so much.