OOC: Notes: Word of the Day: Gelid. Extremely cold; icy.
Hunting in Cottontail Valley, Ghita's going to start in the manor & head down.
Also, wanted to give you a heads-up that Ghita's going to get a small kick from a deer in the thread - to help Cambria out.
WC: 682
The midmorning sun was nowhere to be found, hidden behind large puffy clouds of a slate-like gray. All afternoon snowflakes had decided to dance down from the heavens, keeping the restless female behind the closed door of the manor. It wasn't that she stopped moving every time a snowfall came, it gave greater testament to the gelid temperatures of the day.
She had stopped pacing in her room ages ago, instead opting for lounging on the bed she and her mate shared. Turning large turquoise optics to the outside world, already feeling the temperature seep into her fur. Even in her more familiar Lupus form, Ghita still found herself appreciating the temperature outside, knowing that by no means did this resemble the placid temperatures of Italy's summers. Curled up at the foot of her mate's bed wrapped in multiple furs and the like, the young mother was decidedly alone, hiding inside from the winter.
But she was restless. So incredibly restless from even the few hours Ghita had tried to pass in a catnap. Her personality, her very nature screamed out against this injustice, her muscles needing to be of use; to run, to stretch and release the bundled up energy. Rolling over in the mountains of fur that had been around her, she let them fall off of her and onto the floor, cranium looking back out to the window once more. She had no clue what time of day it was, or any inkling of how much daylight, if you could call it that, was left.
Yawning, jaws parted to reveal double rows of ivories, a long pink tongue flopping out practically screaming laziness to the outside world. This lady, just lounging around inside was not Ghita. Not the one that had crossed over from Italy and was known as the daredevil around her family. This was what parenting and mateship had made the fae; sometimes lazy and lethargic.
Gripped with an indescribable need to move, do something, anything, the woman rose to her four paws, ignoring the cave of the bed as she leapt off of it and onto the wooden floor. Letting her ebony nails click as she trotted across the room, a slender snout finally opened the door that had been propped open and carried the rest of the body down the stairs, out into the open.
Yep. The weather was as cold as she had imagined.
But for some reason it wasn't all together unpleasant. Letting her paws sink a few inches into the snow beneath her, the fae was quickly littered with a dust-like layer of snow around her pelt, turning her silver tips into white. Now that the woman had made it outside, the question remained as to what could entertain the woman for a long enough period of time. It would have to be something that was involving for a long time, utilizing skills that she knew she had left dormant long enough.
The idea that reached her finally came to her in the form of a scent. Beyond the smells of her various pack members and the heavy blanket of snow, there was the faint trace of deer, perhaps recently caught, that reminded her of the valley that lay just behind the Manor. Easily the perfect distraction, a hunt called upon speed and strength as well as teamwork and communication, something that one simply could not be bored by.
Lowering her haunches to the cold ground beneath her, Ghita took in the frigid air to her lungs, letting her ivory chest swell and expand, before preparing to let it out. Her cranium pointed towards the sky, ebony lips parting as notes accented the surroundings. Her howl was perhaps louder than she had anticipated, causing tent-like ears to flick in confusion. Breaking off the call a few seconds after she had started it, the fae could only hope that someone could hear it, and want to join her on her midday excursion. Sure, it was a long shot, but someone would want to join her... right?