Finding the way back

[Sammorra]

Giant oaks loomed before Sammorra, casting their great shadows upon the frozen ground, as she nervously treaded between the trees.
Snow flecked here and there on her pelt, while in other spots the snow froze in mishappen clumps of ice.
Her green eyes searched for any kind of relief from the biting wind and bitter cold, that seemed to slowly creep its way into her fur.
Shaking herself, Sammorra listened for all manners of sound in the eerily quiet woods, though the only sound she heard was of her own breathing. It seemed like time was on standstill, holding its breath for when she would take her last. But she would not let that happen, not after she had traveled so far only to give up.
Sammorra felt a pain ripping through her gut, so terribly it ached, she had to sit for a moment and curl in on herself to stifle the tremors.
Through the last throes of her agony, she spotted a den that was practically invisible against the shadows of the coming night.
Instinct drove her to run for the den, not caring if it were a badger inside, as long as it were to have been shelter for her.
As it was, her instinct, slowly learnt along the way, was right, for as soon as she bounded inside the entrance blocking the way, she had found a den of rabbits. Under normal circumstances she had still not learned to hunt proper, but this was a gift from Tor herself.
Savagely, Sammorra used what was left of her advantage of surprise and ripped through the first two rabbits, their necks giving way underneath her jaws, as she dropped the carcasses and went for the third that was trying to escape through some unknown tunnel.
Quickly she grapped the fleeing animal by its tail and dragged it back into its burrow. This rabbit fought back however, kicking her in the eyes and muzzle, clawing at her ears. Sammorra felt the bloodlust consume her with a fiery vengeance as she growled and tore the rabbits' throat apart, digging into its warm flesh as she felt its pulse go from a hammering throb to a dull beat and then nothing, as its blood dripped from her maw.
Sammorra gorged herself on her kills, feeling the energy come back within her and fill her stomach as she curled around herself, putting her paws over her muzzle, wanting to shut out the bleary world that awaited her. She was fighting her instincts for so long, but she could deny them no longer. She no longer wanted to be alone, she was tired of living life as a Kerl, and knew that she needed to find company or her soul would starve, in that damp warm den.

[Tarmalo]

^{not my best sorry but i thought i had kept you waiting long enough =P}

Trees swayed left and right in the wind moving hypnotically like ocean waves in midwinter’s morning. The sky a pale shade of blue, drained as if someone threw water on the canvas of a blue painting and watched as it lost its royal color. The ground was still hard with the morning frost, not that it would melt anyways for the sun had lost most of its warming capabilities now that the seasons had changed. Tarmalo could hear the scurrying of small animals as they deserted the area he walked upon, fearing for their lives. Not that it mattered to him; he had already eaten a goat earlier and could feel the warming effect it gave as it passed through his belly, swishing back and forth like a tub of water. He lifted his muzzle to the sky, and inhaled the cold breeze through his nostrils. It was filled with many things; most notably the scent of another wolf that had passed by earlier for the scent of it s fur was still fresh in the morning air. He flinched as a streak of pain shot up the side of his muzzle; there were three large cuts on the left side of his muzzle, not yet fully healed. His mind lolled back to how he received the injury, his fight, or at least what he thought he could call a fight with a bear. Yet he did not regret the injury, for he would gladly pay such a price again for saving the one he loved.

His muddy brown eyes searched the landscape for an image to put with the scent but nothing around him answered the sweeping search of his eyes. He decided to keep moving; maybe he would find the source of the scent maybe not. In either case he not in the mood for mishaps that would cost him another injury so he decided to keep his guard up, steadily moving his black ebon form though the mountain trees. He would stick to the trails, for they had the most game, if he encountered something (which he doubted,) he would kill it and bring it back to his pack, but that at least would keep him busy for the time being.

[Sammorra]

As Sammora rested in the small burrow, she was still faintly aware of the world outside of the warm enclosure. She could hear the faint sound of the wind swirling the snow against the trees, and the branches rubbing against one another. She was about to fall asleep once more when she heard a faint crunching of footsteps in the snow.
Crawling over to the entrance of the burrow, she stuck her maw in to the freezing air and scented for the body belonging to the footsteps.
At first, nothing but cold dead air hit her nostrils, but after a few moments she began to pick up the scent of another varg.
Surprise and confusion filled her as she rose up from her hiding spot and stepping into the newly fallen snow.
She had thought she was the only one foolish to wander away so far from the lera. Immediately doubts filled her mind, nagging at her, telling her to run, that this varg may not be very hospitable. A cold knot of anxiety began to form in her belly, slowly stretching its way through her legs. Maybe stopping here wasnt such a good idea, she thought as she took a last glance toward the approaching wolf.
Sammora went with what she knew and began to turn tail and run through the onslaught of snow. What began as gentle wind, now turned into a screaming whir in her ears, the snow blinding her, the frost biting her and chilling her to the bone.
Still she could hear those footsteps behind her, those footsteps that belonged to a phantom body.
Sammorra was so focused on the being that pursued her, that she didnt see the shallow hole that yawned before her, swallowing her small body with the next step.
With a yelp she fell into the hole and slid backwards into the tunnel that began to grow narrower by the second. Sliding to a stop, her heart racing she looked forlornly to the open white hole that seemed miles above her and howled.

//sorry it took so long//

[Tarmalo]

Ooc: good to have you back. :3
IC:
Tarmalo sighed. It was a long way to the forests of Koran even if he ran the whole, which there was no way in hell he would do that. Only if death pursued him would he run all the way to Koran. Still, he was glad that he had already eaten because if he hadn’t he would need a place to stay or risk being overcome by this monotonous depressing weather. That is, risk being overcome if he hadn’t eaten. He chuckled. Perhaps today wasn’t so bad, but still, why of all days did the sky have t look so depressing?

“Ah,” huffed Tarmalo. “I really need to get back. I’m tired of this tedious trek to see if the Blakar are way out here when I know there either at home plotting our demise our demise or putting their plan into action as I speak.” He continued on; caring not who heard him, or knew of his presence only stopping to get his bearings on the landscape not that he needed them because everything looked like one thing…depressing. “Alas, where is Sabla when I need to be cheered up? She’s always around when I am at my happiest.”

He was skirting a cliff, taking the easy way down the mountain when a white blur erupted from the cliff side fleeing like a hare under pursuit. Yet this was not a hare, and nothing was chasing it, which meant one thing. It was fleeing from Tarmalo. He followed the white blur slowly, although against his better judgment until he heard a howl; one that spoke of fear, sorrow, and desperation. He continued on when all of a sudden he came to the edge of a large hole, and if he didn’t stop so quickly he would have fallen just like the white figure in front of him. Only he wasn’t lookind at a white figure, he was looking at a wolf.

“Well lo and behold,” said Tarmalo chuckling. “It appears I have caught a hare in the guise of a wolf. Come now tell me your name so that I may properly introduce myself. Fear not, I am not your enemy. Unless, of course you ally yourself with that of Sarnes or the Balkar.” He grinned hopeing the wofl wasn’t too upset about her predicament.

[Sammorra]

Flinching at the abrupt burst of sound, Sammorra looked back up through the tunnel and gazed at the golden eyes of a wolf as black as the night sky. She could seen genuine curiousity and amusement at her current state of affairs, this realization making her burn inwardly of embarassment.
As proudly as she could in her current situation, she lifter her muzzle and told the ebony wolf "My name is Sammorra, and as of late I have no affilitions with any pack, whether it be Sarnes or the dreaded Balkar. Admittedly, I'm a bit stuck, if you would be so kind as to help a varg out." she said shyly looking up at the dark manne above her.

[Tarmalo]

^{ooc: you didnt give me much to work with being that ur post was so tinsie-winsie so sorry if it sucks. and my charys eyes are brown by the way.}
Ic:
He let his grin slip into a smirk.
“Well I suppose I could help you but first I need some questions answered,” said Tarmalo stoically. He wasn’t sure if the wolf was telling the truth or not but he would soon find out or the she thing could rot in there. He would not risk his life or that of his packs for a mere damsel in distress.

“Why did you run like that,” he pressed. “Your actions make me suspicious. Are you a spy? Did you cut off your ties or are they hunting you down. Judging by the way you ran like fire was hot on your trail, I would guess the latter.”

He sat down, swishing his black tail in the grass behind him making a rhythmic swishing noise. Something about the youngster reminded him of something. But he just couldn’t put his paw on it. Maybe the wolf wouldn’t talk, thinking him cruel, but then again that hole was pretty high and she wasn’t going anywhere without some sort of help. He laid down putting head on his paws, his rich muddy brown eyes taking in the image in front of him. His tongue lolling out as he watched his breath rise in grey wisps into the grey heavens.

Realizing his distraction he let his eyes slowly drop back to the earth. He was in no rush, not when he had good company to keep him busy. maybe the day wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all.

His smirk rose into a grin as an idle thought drifted into his mind almost making him laugh aloud. Misery loves company

[Sammorra]

ooc: sorry about the wait! schools been murder!

IC: The vargs' words both stung and baited her at once, anger pooling within her so much that she almost smiled.
"If you have any common sense, you would know that the only scent around here is obviously yours and mine, ergo, I am not being hunted." she grunted as she forcefully dug her paws into the soft ground.

Twisting and pulling upwards, she continued through clenched teeth " I can smell other vargs on you, did you happen to get lost?" she asked, before yelping as she felt her hind leg almost give as she at last broke free of the hole. Shaking herself fully of the snow that encased her, revealing her auburn pelt, she quickly did a mental one over on herself to make sure nothing was serious. Other than a few bruises and a battered sense of pride she was fine. Turning her head back to the unnamed varg, she took the sight of him in.
Since she still hadnt quite grown into her skin, the other varg was quite larger than her, obviously a match she would lose if a fight broke out.

Sammorra felt the varg's very presence like a wave of relief, despite the fact the manne looked at her with suspicion she was glad to be with company. Looking once more at him, she saw that he breathed awkwardly, moving to one side with each inhale and exhale as if in pain. Remembering his earlier inquisition she continued, now looking to the side, " I have no pack, yet, I mean, I had one, but then humans came and the rest of the story is mote. So either way, I am neither hunted nor do I belong to a pack, or a spy. The simply matter of it is, is that you startled me is all." she said.