Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: :)

If one had to pick an epithet or adjective to name the white season that cooled the richness of the Reliclorian air, it could most certainly be peaceful. At least, that was what Suvah thought. It may had been for her lack of desire to socialize, but, despite her permanent attention to any kind of hassle nearing, she hadn’t really felt any kind of trouble, neither involving herself, nor any other wolf she had witnessed or had an encounter with; at least in the brief time she had wandered through those territories. Life inside of the woody limit seemed to be as quiet as the chilly ambient showed itself, and it was not the first time the silver wolf had found herself wondering if her everlasting inquietude was just a waste of time and effort. She remembered her first months of life, always hiding, moving, trying to find a safe spot for her family to rest; life outside didn’t appear to be half as tranquil as it was in Relic Lore, and Suvah still doubted whether if it was really like that, or it was just what her parents had made her believe in an effort for keeping her safe for the rest of her life. But what kind of life would that be? She didn’t want to be hiding for the rest of her years, she wanted to explore, to smell and to learn, and if she was completely sure about something, it was the fact that her secludement wouldn’t bring her all that knowledge.

Humid nostrils huffed at the crystalized ground, and claws paced forward in a light trot, bordering the chilled shore of the now motionless current, open orbs scrutinizing for a small hint of moving water. That morning, the young fae had decided to put an end to her inability to fish anything. She reminded –maybe too clearly- the facility with which her new acquaintance, Fallen, had caught a pair of fishes right in front of her nose not too long ago, and how she failed to do the same a few moments later. He had promised to show her how to do it right, but her proudness didn’t seem too keen on asking, and she desired the satisfaction of learning alone.

It didn’t matter, that day wasn’t proving to be the best to go fishing, she had discovered, glazing unpleasantly at the iciness of the rivulet.

It was after a few steps, when Suvah realized the presence of another wolf near her. It was an onyx stain in the whiteness of the scene, and the silver vixen’s mind clicked as an interrogation to her own mind. Although the scent didn’t arrive as well as she would have liked to, there was something familiar about that frame, and her paws reached a few hesitant steps, tail lifting in curiousness. Either if the stranger was known or not, what was catching her attention was the fact that they seemed to be trying to walk on the apparently slippery –and dangerous, in the Avani’s opinion- surface of the creek, and her head tilted as she witnessed the scene, mind too confused to care about being discovered or not.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

The heart skipped a beat, and orange eyes opened wide at the sight of what was inevitably coming next. Limbs stretched to run a few steps almost in a nervous impulse, although the wolfess wasn’t unable to discern whether if she had done it as a desire to help, or just as a whim to watch more closely. She shifted to and fro, paws leaving a trail of dirtied snow in the shore, tail flicking in tension, but unable to cross or pose a paw on the frozen river. One more gaze of tension was shot from her near position, and a sigh of relief came from the faded snout as the other wolf impulse themselves out of the frozen water, clutching wet claws to the snowy ground, and getting out of the nearest of deaths.

Suvah observed carefully with widened eyes, heart still beating too fast for her mind to formulate or answer any possible rational question. What the hell was the other thinking? Was the wolf crazy? One does not need the brightest of minds to know not to step on ice, even the young one knew that.

“Are you alright?” was all her mouth was able to pull out of her. But the young’s mind clicked once again, clearer scent filling the entrails of her nostrils. That black wolf. Or wolfess, to be precise. She knew her. It was, without any doubt, the scent of that femme… Rebecca… that hid under the wet coat of watery smell. She regarded the darkened figure, pictures of her immediate past flashing inside of her mind. Maybe she wasn’t the most careful of wolves, Suvah imagined, remembering the injures she carried the first time they met, and how she appeared to want to jump on the water again.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

Suvah tilted her head in an slight impulse. Something in her mind was telling her that maybe, just maybe, the other one wouldn’t remember her name. It had been quite a few days, and she wouldn’t have blamed anyone, after all, not every wolf needs to have the tranquil life the silver pup did –or rather, didn’t- enjoy. But Rebecca did, and the young one nodded a few times as a response to her question, yet she couldn’t hold a small hint of nervousness in her orange eyes.

Although the blackened femme had responded to her question, and had made the effort to remember her humble name, she didn’t seem to be stepping the ground as much as the interrogative Suvah was. The young one regarded her, unsure of what to do, or if she should do anything at all. Rebecca seemed tense, thoughtful, as if she was too busy seeking something inside of her mind to take an actual look to what had just happened.

“Why did you…” the fae mumbled, her voice tone rising as words rushed from her throat. A roughened cough made her stop, thinking twice about what was she going to ask, she didn’t want to be rude to her, nor did she want to end up being attacked by the older wolfess because of her quick tongue. “What were you doing?” She finally asked. She wasn’t so sure the other femme was feeling as fine as she wanted her to think.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: Sorry for the wait and overall ugliness of this!

Suvah couldn’t hold the most obvious of interrogatives she had ever shown, and it pictured as a remarkable tilt of her head as she assimilated the words she had been given.

The answer Rebecca had formed, responding to her more than vague question was, to say the least… surprising. She wasn’t expecting any kind of logic response, to tell the truth, as her mind couldn’t still comprehend why would a wolf, or any creature for the matter, walk over fragile ice without a serious pretext; but still, her mind had been making her own pictures of what could have been occurred, and she was expecting the female’s response would have, at least, half of the sense her own images made. Perhaps she had to escape from an angry bear, or maybe she was trying to fish- much like she had been trying to do and would still be trying if it wasn’t because of their encounter-, or maybe the poor Rebecca was being chased from another angry elk…

The silver fae chuckled quietly, shaking her still dreaming head. It had been a while since she had taken something with so much humor, and her guts cringed in a small twitch as she realized what she was doing. It was not right, she decided, looking upon the ebony female. She didn’t look very well, and it was a mix of her humid scruffy look, and the fact that she hadn’t even dared to look at Suvah’s eyes, what had informed her of the other one’s instability.

Paws leaning forward, the faded snout of the grey bitch peeped at the so desired icy hole with a mixture of both curiosity and fear. She wasn’t going to jump, oh, she was so sure of that; and yet she somehow expected, by just looking at it, to understand what was going on with the older female.

But the hole didn’t do anything.

Anything good.

The pup hadn’t even noticed her own front claws stepping on the ice, ice that relentlessly wrecked under the weight of half of her body, ice that disappeared inside of the hidden current as her head and shoulders quickly flooded with the iciness of the moving water after a despaired whine, the only sound she had managed to tear out of her throat before feeling her skull trapped under the notable cloak of frozen water. She pulled with all the strength of her hindquarters, just to discover it wasn’t enough to compete with the superior pulling of the moving current. She was trapped.

Curiosity was going to kill the cat.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: sorry for lateness once again, tomorrow I'll start the thread with Akila, too!

Her mind hadn’t even had time to think about her inability to breath. She was looking, but couldn’t see. All she sensed was her weight, the exploited strength of her back limbs pushing, muscles almost wrenching, clinging to her last exhale of life in a deep hole of desperation. Water, pressure pushing inside of her head, as if the liquid was spreading inside of her hollow ears, she could feel it flooding her mind and body whole. Her maw clenched in fear as her heart pounded inside of her, blood running resonant inside of every bit of her. She couldn’t think, and unable to articulate a miserable word to echo inside of her forgotten thoughts, all she did was follow her instinct, and keep pushing for dear life.

It had felt like an eternity, a thousand years had passed through Suvah’s soul when she felt the breathe of a lifetime filling her lungs with a high pitched whine. Air. Oxygen. The whole weight of her full grown body collapsed to the coldness of the snowed floor, twitching in her own struggle to live again. Then, she felt reality menacing from above as a deep prick of pain thrashed her wet rump in a metallic trail. She let out another prompt whine, and suddenly all understanding came to her as her skull lifted in uncertainty. Rebecca had saved her. But where was she? Her crown rose, twitching rapidly in desperate search for her savior.

She had fallen.

“REBECCA!” the deepest of howls emerged from her blackened lips as her limbs moved rapidly in her run across the shore, parallel to the river’s current. Aching with every stride, she flew as she had never did before, seeking with rounded eyes for a hint of something, anything that could tell her that Rebecca, the onyx female that had saved her without hesitation, was still alive. She searched and searched, and finally reached a point in which the ice seemed to melt. But her mind clicked, danger spreading through her senses. That wasn’t enough. If she wanted her to life – or, at least, to find any hint of her body-, she would have no option that to help water emerge from those damned piles of crystallized ice. Frozen paws touched the slippery surface again, and without any hint of hesitance, strong claws proceeded to pounce and dig, hoping to break the weakened surface and looking back and forth to the watered surface every so often.

When the ice had broken into a million of pieces, the silver fae submerged her body into the water, and felt with false glee how the running current was weakened in comparison to the portion of river they had idiotically fallen into just a few instants before. Clinging to the evaporating ground of the river’s shore, she advanced, and pounced one more time at the sight of a dark stain into the moving water, trying with all of her might not to step on shallow water. She felt her nails sink into the mud as her teeth snapped into whatever patch of the black body she could reach, and pulled once again as she felt the bitter taste of the wet coat inside of her jaws.

Her legs ached. Her ears buzzed. And her heart seemed to explode, drowning in adrenaline. But she didn’t care. All she did was pull, fight for the life of a friend.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.