[Msskanira]

Snowe's voice cut through the wind, easily pitched to glide through the air without having to shout.
"Is that cub of your's coming or not?" Gala looked back, fondness softening her eyes.
"Let him bring his toy. It keeps him calm," Snowe growled something, but he didn't say much else, instead stopping and snapping his head around. They were on exposed snow, and there was a chance beneath the layer was ice. If there was a fight, and weight was moving around too fast, there would be a problem.

The cub, Eoren, trotted forward, dragging the rare Is'toren silk, woven by the blind healer of the Eri'tann tribe, Byt. Snowe finally spoke, swinging his head and staring forward.
"They haven't come this way, yet. We need to move faster," Gala gave him a look, but turned to her cub.
"Would you like a ride?" Eoren nearly dropped his Silk in his excitement. Smiling, Gala jumped towards him, grabbed his scruff, and Snowe manuevered him onto Gala's back. She stood still a moment, emerald eyes closed. Then, suddenly, her paws burst into flame, melting the snow. Snowe smiled faintly, crouching back and leaping forward, enormous snow-shoe paws keeping him from sinking in. Gala traveled not far behind, shooting and running on flame.

In the far forest, from the direction they'd come, yellow eyes peered forth. A creaking voice hissed the words, and they seemed to slither out into the air, not pitched well, but moving forth with power.
"I've found you now, Lady Gala. You cannot outrun the power of Gen'lian."


My characters Snowe, Gala, and their cub Eoren.
Canis Elementum and all related material {C} to me.