Acute ears had become accustomed to the silence to winter though still probed the earth for sound. The soft crunch of ice beneath weight bearing paws, or the distance crack of fragile limbs weighed down with snow till they inevitably shattered and fell to the mounds at the tree’s roots; such sounds were desired if only to appease the notion that in this season of stillness and preservation, life still flourished. The hare in her maw was but proof of the fauna’s continued existence. But such subtle sounds were not enough to appease the craving ears. Rather they hear laughter or the playful growls of contest they had become accustomed to. Something to resurface the reality she knew to be true instead of this surreal existence where she was ends with someone she held dear.
Before there was a sound to call forth her friend, there was a small image growing on the borders. Her ears perked keenly with interest and recollection as the petite form resurfaced a memory from her once clouded thoughts. She knew the small girl from her travels a little longer than a month past and was glad to see another familiar face in these dreadful lands. The Nomad lifted her tail and waved it in casual greeting, showing acknowledgement to this recollection.
They were not friends by any means and hardly acquaintances at that. They were but individuals that practiced the same art they went about it for their own, different means; pack induced or otherwise. None the less, the she-wolf offered the other a smile in greeting, dismissing the suspicious inquiry aimed at her catch. She paused at the borderlines then comfortably seated herself whilst placing the hare on top of her paws. “Oh… I wouldn’t be silly enough to do something like that,” she assured the scout with a soft, tranquil tune to her voice whilst fanning her tail in mild humor. “It was caught on the mountain,” she explained. “as a gift for a friend that lives among you. But I must say, it is nice to see you again. It has been some time since our little demonstration, yes?"