01-10-2009, 02:05 PM
Dusk. Catherine barely heard the dark wolf talking to her, calling her for a shelter. Getting up awkwardly, she discovered her knees were a little stiff and her belly hurted of hungry. She stood there, waiting for the stranger called Hanna to follow her - or guide her, what comes first - to the shelter. "Anyway, my name is Catherine. Catherine A. Joily." she said, her teeth shattering because of the hazardous cold. She felt her insides freezing and her frozen blood pass slowly through her veins, but she ignored it. She knew it would not be enough to kill her. She was stronger than that.
Curiously, she stared at the bird on Hanna's shoulder, wandering. Was it her pet? She had hatched and raised Seymour, her Peregrine Falcon at a ruin in Halifax, but she never thought she would find someone else that had one too. "Who is this?" she asked in a very curious voice, pointing at the bird, hoping not get a bite from it. Once Seymour had bited her finger. It was not a very good experience.
Curiously, she stared at the bird on Hanna's shoulder, wandering. Was it her pet? She had hatched and raised Seymour, her Peregrine Falcon at a ruin in Halifax, but she never thought she would find someone else that had one too. "Who is this?" she asked in a very curious voice, pointing at the bird, hoping not get a bite from it. Once Seymour had bited her finger. It was not a very good experience.