Aargon
The black furred brute- content that he had not been spotted at his most vulnerable- eased himself upwards, and cast a wary glare around the trees that encircled him. Then, the well muscled loner slid into the stream, giving a sigh of contentment as the water dragged any dirt from his skin. It was risky to swim in a cold sream in winter- chill was a big risk for loners- but Aargon had somewhere warm he could go to, should he need to. The brute was up to his belly fur, but by lying down he could submerge all but his head. Once he felt cleansed, Aargon sprung from the brook in one fluid moment, droplets of water spraying in all directions, and landing in the snow, leaving tiny marks.
Shaking himself semi-dry, Aargon's breath iced in the air.
Avannia
Giving her head a jerk of aknowlegement, the fae decided to get her name in there. "I'm Nia. You fight for the pack?" Avannia questioned, deciding to introduce herself by her nickname. In fights, that's what she prefered to be called- it was more convenient to call out at a moments notice.



