The day was overcast, a light mist falling from the heavens, though the two quiet ghosts moving through the woods were not affected. The pair had traveled for what felt like ages, though could only have been a couple of months, 6 months on the outside. Now they sought the refuge of a pack, of a place to call home.
The smaller of the pair, the female, paused suddenly, one fore-paw raised off the ground. Moina had caught scent of another wolf... a female, and one that had passed through this way rather recently. Whining softly, she broke into a jog, to catch up to her brother, and nudged his cheek. "there's life in these lands." She spoke softly, her words only for the snowy form moving at her side. Gavin flicked an ear back to his sister, but never slowed his pace, or changed his direction. Eventually, they would come to the heart of the pack, and hopefully, they wouldn't be run off. |
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