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OOC: Sure, it's fine to have it forward-dated 
::Word Count:: 700+
The night sky was probably one of the ivory female's favourite things to watch, especially when walking aimlessly. She knew she had left pack lands behind, but any fear she might have had at the thought was erased by the serenity of a calm winter she was so accustomed to. The wind, though soft, brought traces of foreignness, as it held different scents than the one in Greenland, but again, this did nothing to unsettle the Crimson Dreamer. Her lean wolf legs carried her effortlessly through the tranquil night, leaving room for old thoughts to gather. Although the cold season had stirred her thoughts away from Pilot, she felt her memories returning to the white male, greeting him with a warm familiarity. The alabaster femme stopped a while to allow those recollections to gather, remembering the time when she had first met him, close to Shadowed Sun's borders. That had been the beginning of her life here, and no amount of disappointment in Pilot could take away the charm of that meeting, the simplicity of its having taken place. More than anything, it was this longing for times past that guided her steps towards the Dampwoods, a trek she had not made in a long time, in an attempt to convince herself that there was nothing here for her worth returning to. The words of her friends came back to her with ease, reassuring her that she should not dwell any longer on the matter of his disappearance. This proved an almost impossible task at times, yet now she found she could place him well within herself and simply carry on from that, pushing away all worries concerning his welfare. The winter night was a good listener, and her dearest storyteller, so she paused once more from her journey to listen to the voices carried by the wind, the stories of ancestors she had so loved in her childhood.
Once she raised her gaze to stare at the darkening forest ahead, where the incomplete moon's light barely shone through the dense, but bare leaves of the trees, she felt a chill run down her spine. The Unknown that so troubled her at times stared her in the face, seductive in its unfamiliarity, beckoning her to journey through it and discover its strangeness. The thought of the woods where she had met the pristine-coated male urged her from behind, while in the same time her fear in the face of everything she did not know kept her rooted to the spot. In the end, her burning desire to visit places she had not seen in a very long while won, so that Urma fell back into her previous pace, determined to prove to the part of her that was doubting this that the Unknown was life itself, its choices, and so far the blanched Crimson Dreamer had not fled from it or hesitated to take them. The moonlight was dimming out, leaving her in semi-darkness, but after allowing her eyes to adjust to the filtered light, she found she could continue her way more or less as steadily as she had so far. Different scents mingled with each other the more she advanced through the thick forest, and a faraway dread crept on her, forcing her to stop once more. Although she knew of the neighbouring packs, the Dampwoods had never before seemed an unsafe place. Unless, she reminded herself, she had ventured too far through the unrecognizable landscape of white, even dangerously close to another pack's borders. She decided to wait there and see, and it was at that precise moment that she caught a glimpse of white fur, almost invisible against equally pale surroundings, followed by the distinct steps of another canine. The prey and the hunter. Unable to move, Urma tried to scour the area around her with great care, determined not to allow herself to be frightened. It was then that she glimpsed another silhouette, in the dim light almost as dark as the night itself. A foreign scent lay hung upon the chilly air, one that, in all its unfamiliarity, held a distinct tinge of a place she had also visited once. Inferni. The thought sent a chill down her spine, paralyzing her limbs, reminding her of the luck she had once had, to stumble upon the leader, and making her wonder whether she would have that luck again.
::Word Count:: 700+The night sky was probably one of the ivory female's favourite things to watch, especially when walking aimlessly. She knew she had left pack lands behind, but any fear she might have had at the thought was erased by the serenity of a calm winter she was so accustomed to. The wind, though soft, brought traces of foreignness, as it held different scents than the one in Greenland, but again, this did nothing to unsettle the Crimson Dreamer. Her lean wolf legs carried her effortlessly through the tranquil night, leaving room for old thoughts to gather. Although the cold season had stirred her thoughts away from Pilot, she felt her memories returning to the white male, greeting him with a warm familiarity. The alabaster femme stopped a while to allow those recollections to gather, remembering the time when she had first met him, close to Shadowed Sun's borders. That had been the beginning of her life here, and no amount of disappointment in Pilot could take away the charm of that meeting, the simplicity of its having taken place. More than anything, it was this longing for times past that guided her steps towards the Dampwoods, a trek she had not made in a long time, in an attempt to convince herself that there was nothing here for her worth returning to. The words of her friends came back to her with ease, reassuring her that she should not dwell any longer on the matter of his disappearance. This proved an almost impossible task at times, yet now she found she could place him well within herself and simply carry on from that, pushing away all worries concerning his welfare. The winter night was a good listener, and her dearest storyteller, so she paused once more from her journey to listen to the voices carried by the wind, the stories of ancestors she had so loved in her childhood.
Once she raised her gaze to stare at the darkening forest ahead, where the incomplete moon's light barely shone through the dense, but bare leaves of the trees, she felt a chill run down her spine. The Unknown that so troubled her at times stared her in the face, seductive in its unfamiliarity, beckoning her to journey through it and discover its strangeness. The thought of the woods where she had met the pristine-coated male urged her from behind, while in the same time her fear in the face of everything she did not know kept her rooted to the spot. In the end, her burning desire to visit places she had not seen in a very long while won, so that Urma fell back into her previous pace, determined to prove to the part of her that was doubting this that the Unknown was life itself, its choices, and so far the blanched Crimson Dreamer had not fled from it or hesitated to take them. The moonlight was dimming out, leaving her in semi-darkness, but after allowing her eyes to adjust to the filtered light, she found she could continue her way more or less as steadily as she had so far. Different scents mingled with each other the more she advanced through the thick forest, and a faraway dread crept on her, forcing her to stop once more. Although she knew of the neighbouring packs, the Dampwoods had never before seemed an unsafe place. Unless, she reminded herself, she had ventured too far through the unrecognizable landscape of white, even dangerously close to another pack's borders. She decided to wait there and see, and it was at that precise moment that she caught a glimpse of white fur, almost invisible against equally pale surroundings, followed by the distinct steps of another canine. The prey and the hunter. Unable to move, Urma tried to scour the area around her with great care, determined not to allow herself to be frightened. It was then that she glimpsed another silhouette, in the dim light almost as dark as the night itself. A foreign scent lay hung upon the chilly air, one that, in all its unfamiliarity, held a distinct tinge of a place she had also visited once. Inferni. The thought sent a chill down her spine, paralyzing her limbs, reminding her of the luck she had once had, to stumble upon the leader, and making her wonder whether she would have that luck again.