Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
In springtime the barren Tundra was not so unbearable. Even at the end of winter, when he’d coaxed Sabrina away from her home and further north, they’d been adequate at keeping the cold at bay by curling into one another during the long nights. Falling into step beside the she-hound hadn’t been intentional, but now that their time together was expanding Crevan can’t help but feel a pleasant shifting inside of himself - as if something askew had fallen neatly back into place.
Yes, he misses Merida more than words can say.
No, he will not dwell on the past. Never again.
In this environment he nearly blends in; a white underbelly but mostly tan topside. Further south his paws could dig into dark, wet soil from where the snows had melted for the season, but at the tip of this great island ice reigns supreme. It would be hard for any normal creature to survive it, so imagine his shock at trotting along the coastline only to see a dark, semi-flaming figure out in the distance.
The great wolf stills, body motionless. There’s an obvious curiosity in his eyes; since coming here both he and Sabrina hadn’t seen much of anything aside from the resident flora and fauna. But the soft ridge of hair stiffening between his shoulders belies a more sinister emotion.
Nails digging into the snow send him traveling sideways, slowly, as his head pivots to keep both dark blue eyes trained on the newcomer. Where did he come from? is his first thought, the unmistakable scent of male washing over his tender nose. He fringes the boy and halts, close enough that the two can discern markings and expressions. “A pup.”
It is a statement, and nothing else.
@[Firen]