Silver Line of Hope -- Ice Tundra

Limbs, agile despite age, and swift from practiced skill, surged after the frightened doe, intent on making a meal of the fleeing prey. Thorns twisted and twirled atop silver crown as with precision and speed the sterling nymph became as if a silver bullet shot from a gun across the open tundra.

The deer had been wise in keeping within the tree line, though as another wolf � this one male, came charging through the underbrush the doe panic and forgotten the basic rules of survival, darting out and into the open tundra. It would most certainly mean the death of her and food from the near starving lupines that chased after.

Sapphire pools had darted to side as the deer had bulked, surprised and yet not, at the arrival of another to the hunt. Her first hope was that it was the raven form of her back up, Black Ice. Though as the sandy and brunette colored male was clearly seen removed from the tree line, Mist knew all to well whom had come to her aide and was grateful just the same.

Strides kept an even pace, zigzagging with the fleeing deer it realized the mistakes made and tried to zip back towards the safety and cover of the timberline. Mist quickly corrected her angle and went to cut the animal off � directing it back towards Greyn and quite possibly for the kill.

Dubbance:
Silver Mist

Gender:
Female

Moons survived:
6 - 7

Home:
Ice Tundra

Position:
Alpha

Companion:
None

Pups:
Dark Thunder, Avery, & Ambrose