Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
Bitter winds flew down from Hyaline’s peaks and followed Crevan as he traveled north, out of the mountainous kingdom and along the winding River. They couldn’t bite through his flesh, since it was covered in a thick mixture of cream and tan fur layers deep, but they whistled as they made their way through Taiga’s redwoods, causing the evergreen tops to shudder and sway, even groan now and then. The eerie familiarity of those sounds was a small comfort to the wolf shifter, who padded alongside them without entering.
He’d been whelped in those dark woods, somewhere underneath the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, and his den mother had called that land their home first - long before replacing it with other homes. He remembered the day their family left and never returned.
The wind howled again, bending gnarled tree limbs and threatening to dump snow, so Crevan paused. He tipped a faded brown nose to the sky and smelled the rich scent of sap, musky earth, and heavy clouds. His claws dug into the rich soil fed by the river behind him and then relaxed.
Without another thought, the large wolf lowered his head and blue-black eyes to the quiet seclusion of ancient Taiga. He wanted to enter so he did, just as quiet and mysterious as the trees themselves, like Taiga had been expecting him all along.
What he hoped to find, he couldn’t say.
Takin’ a lil’ trip down memory lane