Δи∂ Ɩ ƨɛɛ иσ вяαvɛяʏ,Иσ вяαvɛяʏ ιи ʏσʋя ɛʏɛƨαиʏмσяɛ. Ѳиℓʏ ƨα∂иɛƨƨ.
The fae arched her eyebrows and chuckled at the brute. She had a feeling he would make good company, easily accepted by pack members. At least, this is what she believed. She tended to think of every wolf as a one who was likable. But this loner seemed like a nice enough brute. As she began to make her way towards camp, the thick snow holding her back a bit, she shouldered past him, intentionally bumping her shoulder against his side. "Are you making the suggestion I can't forcefully take you back? Because trust me, I most definitely could." she finished her statement with an affirmative nod. Athena wasn't one to take offense easily, but she had an extremely competitive nature, and it would rear it's head at the oddest of times.
As she padded towards camp, assuming the two wolves were indeed following close behind her, the force of wind and snow grew ever the stronger. Soon it became quite an effort to force herself against the strong winter winds. But she did not complain, not out loud or inside her mind. Athena wasn't a complainer. Though she was calculating what effect this storm would have on her pack. She presumed it would deter the attempts at catching prey, which would mean less food less energy. With less energy there was less chance of catching food. And if you continued the chain the results appeared disastrous.
Athena shivered slightly, though not from the cold. Her fur, although soft and silky looking, was quite thick and protected her from many harsh winter chills. She was shivering from the thoughts of her pack's decline. Perhaps she thought things over to much. But she liked to think that it made a difference in the fate of Astucia. In truth, it only burdened here with more worries than she needed. But no one ever seemed to tell her this, they didn't want to upset her further. Athena was a stressed enough fae as is and didn't exactly need much more weighing down on her shoulders.
After imagining what it would be like to succumb to starvation, Athena decided she really needed to focus on something else. Through the wind she called out behind her to the loner, "So does that sense of humor come with a name? Or should we simply have everyone call you loner?" Despite her mocking tone, Athena was actually interested in what the brute's name was. For some odd reason she had a feeling this storm wouldn't be the last they saw of him. Call it a premonition if you will, or craziness, but Athena couldn't shake the notion that the brute would be seen much more than any normal loner would.
As they headed deeper into the thick forest of trees, the wind became a bit less daunting. The pines were happy to break up it's force, but were a bit withdrawn from stopping it altogether. Although it's hard to imagine, Athena was leading them a very particular way. There was a path that cut through the forest and straight into the heart of Astucia's territory, all without having to cross the great river. See Astucia's camp was surrounded by the dangerously icy river, giving it added protection against intruders. But there was a certain way to cut into the main territory while avoiding the river altogether. The path is much to complex and intricate to explain, but this was the way Athena decided to lead them.
Gosh... I wish more people would join. I almost made this a Literate roleplay, but figured that would scare people away. }}
I haven't talked to you in 
) I miss-ed you!!!!!!}}
