12-21-2008, 03:56 AM
Snow had the interesting effect of dulling noise so that it seemed that one was the only living creature, save for the errant raven that crowed the harsh cry of winter. For Cicatrice, this was little different from her normal life, being alone most of the time anyway. For a social creature to be as alone as she is a sorry thing, though the scarred female had never really thought she was capable of having a life in a pack, not after her childhood. There was still the longing though, for kith and kin, for the huntsong on cold nights, for the ease of traveling in the pawprints of her packmates, instead of forging ahead alone. She'd been aware of the packs of 'Souls for some time now, as little escaped the big she wolf's notice. Inhaling a breath of the sweet cold, she caught the scent of another female, thank Fenrir, it was a wolf, and not a hybrid, or worse, a bloody coyote. Picking up her swift pace, Cicatrice sought out the she wolf, and upon finding her, stopped and observed as she was oft to do. Frivolity was certainly not one of her own traits, though it did seem to be one of this female's. Tilting her grizzled head to one side, she sat on a small rise, studying the gray and white she wolf. "What... in the world are you doing?" Cicatrice asked, her voice surprisingly soft for one with as many scars as she had, still the tone held in it a hint of authority and poise that had come through when Cicatrice had learned to fight for herself all those months ago. Rising, the tall she padded over to the other female, silvery blue eyes keen with interest and the faintest hint of amusement.