|| Alaska ||
- Alaska blinked slowly, and sniffed at the wound on his throat. She had dug her teeth in, and she realized maybe she had gone a bit too far. "Your throat needs treatment, does your pack have a healer?" She asked, avoiding his questions momentarily. She looked up at him, her harsh yellow-gold eyes meeting his liquid silver brown eyes. The trust in them shocked her, especially after the fact that she had almost killed him. "I was born in the mountains of the north, very far away from here. Your weather is very warm, you are lucky to have grown up in such a mild climate" she said, examining the claw marks she had left on his back. They weren't deep, most only raised marks on his skin. She licked the blood off one, which had actually drawn a thin trickle. She blinked again, trying to keep the blood from her eye.






