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J! Backdated to November 17 +3
It had become apparent that her options were shrinking. Siv had tried the waters of the pack over the mountain and found them unwelcome, too full of sunshine and softness that did not suit her. Their neighbors, from what she had observed while perched on high steeps, were more to her liking…but she had balked upon realizing they lived under the mountain. While she did not believe in the Old Gods much these days, she recalled what sort of monsters flourished in the shadowy places of the world. Atheist or not, she did not wish to try her hand there. Especially not when she imagined the caves as cold, damp places like those she had encountered before.
The coyotes signs were obvious warnings, and thus she strayed away from them. It would do her no good to travel further south with winter at her heels, and so Siv had gone about looking for that peculiar girl and her pack. This process had been a long one; she had spent days looking for horse trails, and many led to the coyotes. One day, her luck broke. She had been along the river, hunting, and been startled by a woman whose fur was a deep, vibrant red. Captivated by her lithe form and color, Siv had watched as she gathered shellfish from under stones. A single golden ring accented her face.
By stalking the woman further south, Siv was able to find the very palpable border. A man’s scent dominated this, but it was equally mixed with that of a woman. Pleased by her cleverness, Siv retreated off into the Bay. She spent several hours brooding over how best to approach; her supplies had been weaned significantly from travel, and she hardly had any proof of her skills. Deep in thought, she barely realized she had come across a familiar scent until her body stiffened.
Reykr? Here? Her head snapped up, purple eyes wide and searching. Had she really managed to find him? Did she even want to, anymore? No, she realized just as quickly. Yet…yet he could be useful, if he still believed. Faith was a funny thing like that. Her body rose, a thickly-built wolf made for the coming winter. Unsure of how close her cousin may have been, she called loudly into the sparse forest: “Reykr!”