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Muse
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Ikiaq held her head parallel to the earth as she padded between the evergreens. Her tail swung in time to her footsteps, and she moved in a nearly straight path, despite the foliage and low branches. Although her body seemed relaxed as she slunk through the shadows, it was a betrayal to the whirring of her mind. It was still merely days after her failure to find and kill the bear that had torn apart and murdered her family, and the thoughts of what may have happened if she had reached the end of the tunnel were fighting for space in her head. Visibly, there was still thin cuts across her muzzle from sharp, tiny rat nails and a gagged red gash across one of her ankles. The line ran across her limb and down her paw.

Would I have been able to do anything at all? she mused, pausing to get her bearings. In reality, she was only vaguely familiar with these woods and had no true destination to speak of. "On to the next" had been her moto for the past some-odd weeks since she had lost her family. The solo life suited her for now. The young femme saw no sense in getting close with anyone else, just for the same sort of horrors to happen to them.

Her audits moved atop her head independently of one another and caught the distant trickle of running water coming from the east. Ikiaq set off, the thought of a long, cool drink of water now at the front of her mind.

@Cheiren
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Loner

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Zodiac
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Cheiren had decided to brave the chilly weather for some water. She often went out a few times a day to get a drink unless the weather was quite bad. Then she'd stay inside her den until the weather calmed down enough for her to sneak out for a drink and get back to her den. But, with her fur fluffed up and with the extra layers it had anyways due to the season, Cheiren made her way over to the creek that ran through the Pine Forest for a drink. Pale paws stepped through the den, and she thought of Adair. She often thought of him, especially on wintery days like this. The snow just reminded her so much of the pure white pelted male with his icy blue eyes.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she continued to make her way down to the creek. While it was still running, there was a thin layer of ice on the edges where it didn't move quite as quick as the middle. Gently pushing her paw against the thin ice layer, she broke it in front of where she was planning to get a drink from. Leaning down, Cheiren began to lap up some of the ice old water. Her paws rested in snow at the edge of the river, since it was still very much in the thick of winter at this point. After getting a drink, she backed up and cleared a patch of snow away from an area so that she could sit down in a patch of ground without the snow there underneath her rear. No need to suffer with a cold bottom if she could help it. Now, she was just gonna site and enjoy the nice day here in the middle of winter, which was highly unusual.



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@Ikiaq
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Loner

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gender: Female

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Muse
#3
Her fur moved as she trotted in a straight path through the brittle forest growth, the thick mane around her neck tossed as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. Her audits were on high alert. A smell was in the air. Her sharp senses had detected a hint of... another femme? She paused, one paw suspended in front of her before it touched down to the hard, pack-down earth. She strained to hear anything over the light gurgling of the stream, but there was nothing but the natural sounds of the trees above and the rest of the forest surrounding her. She had barely caught the whiff of another wolf nearby before the breeze shifted and tossed the smell away.

Ikiaq huffed, her breath warm enough that it left her nostrils in a ghostly puff. It blew behind her and dissipated. She walked on.

The stream came into view and Ikiaq welcomed the sight of it without hesitation. As she reached the shallow bank, the young she-wolf lowered her muzzle to the partially frozen water to drink her fill. The ice-cold liquid raced down her gullet as she scooped it into her mouth with her tongue, each mouthful freezing her esophagus all the way down. She shivered, glad to have her thirst quenched. When she looked up, she saw another wolf was doing the same. She had been so quick to reach her goal she had let her guard down.

The other femme was older, with a tan and brown-streaked pelt that made a stark"V" shape down her back. Her fur was tipped with russet and Ikiaq could see there was a vague mask of darker colors around the other femme's face. As she made note of this, the stranger looked up and met her with a pair of heterochromic eyes; one was a brilliant emerald--the other, a stark and piercing blue. The combination was eerie and alien, and nearly took Ikiaq's breath away.

Ikiaq straightened, holding her head steady. Her tail was raised slightly, but not enough to be threatening. She wasn't hot-headed enough to start trouble when there was no need. "Hello," she called out to the tan femme, trying to be friendly. It was normally in her nature to keep her distance and stay away from other wolves. It was simply her way of going about things. But what was she to do when they've clearly noticed each other and they were only about ten yards apart?

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