Set in the Halcyon Mountains 
It was early afternoon, the sun was shining weakly through a fairly thick blanket of clouds, it was snowing slightly, small flakes floating down, dancing with the breeze as they fell. Even though it was only a very light snowfall it seemed as though it was a forewarning that more snow might be on the way very soon; it seemed that the spring was still a long way off. The day was very cold, luckily the wolves that lived within the lands seemed to be coping well, they of course all had thick fur and those that did not seemed to cope well, fashioning themselves clothes from the remnants of human clothes. The breeze was cold but was not fierce, potentially the calm before the storm, the snow storm that might well be on the way. Soran padded quietly through this, the flakes of snow drifting to her and settling on her dark pelt, providing a very bright contrast. Luckily she was built for just this kind of weather and had a thick winter coat, the cold was more refreshing that chilling to the Beta wolf of New Dawn. She was a fair way away from home today, her new found want to be sociable had stirred her to be a little more adventurous; she had been a recluse for such a long time, hiding away from all of the other wolves in her pack, but now not only did she want to socialise she wanted to see other packs, she needed to stretch her legs, to get out of the pack, just for a day of course, just for a short while. Just enough time to clear her head and feel like she had gotten some exercise. And so the sable female had walked towards the Halcyon mountains, feeling that the incline would be enough to allow her to really get cool air into her lungs, it would help her to feel alive, to feel right once again.
And so she walked, a bounce in her step as she did so, feeling more cheery than she had in a while, even though she loved her new pack she had still felt a little on edge, hence her almost acting like a hermit for almost a month. But she felt right now, settled once again. A soft smile crossed her lips as she walked and she licked a snowflake from the tip of her dark nose with her long pink tongue. She couldn't help but skip a little as she walked, she was in a wonderful mood if truth be told, she felt invigorated, she felt wonderful. Today was going to be a rather good day. As she walked she began to hum, a soft Irish tune that she often caught Deuce singing softly to herself; though sometimes the pale female would sing it to her mate when she thought that she was asleep, Soran would lay there in silence, pretending to slumber as the soft angelic tones of her lover warmed her heart. Today she could not get the tune out of her head, but it seemed like a good omen, somehow, the dark female could not help but feel that something good might happen today.
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