Wild Rye Fields dear fellow traveler

@Icicle

It was night, but it was not dark. The aurora borealis was dancing across the sky, bathing everything below in tendrils of bright, yet soft, light. Greens, blues, purples; all of them reflected on the snow below, causing it to look almost like the sky above it. There was one blemish in the landscape below - a small wolf who did not blend whatsoever with the snow around her... unlike the wolf she was trying to find.

Cas had been wanting to see Icicle ever since she'd joined Wild Rye Fields, but it seemed that the spirit-white wolf was elusive. She guessed that he'd probably be out more at night, so that was when she decided to look around then. She was actually really enjoying herself, as well, because the northern lights were so beautiful, and if she were being honest with herself, she was looking more at the sky rather than around her for her friend.

Eventually, she decided to do the smart thing in the situation - which was to be lifting her head and letting out a soft howl to the sky, hoping to call for the red-eyed wolf without waking anyone else from the pack. As one of the newer members, Cas had been trying relatively hard to not get on anyone's nerves... except for Askan. And the fact that she was out of the territory more often than she was in it - she had rolled in the snow over and over until she had gotten the scent of Larkspur off of her fur. She'd met the pale man only yesterday, and she didn't really want her pack to know she had friends in Whitestone Monadnock.

Sweet peaceful night time, one of the few moments in life that the albino had found solace in, all the other wolves that would taught or hurt him had always slept during the night, the only times he had found peace as a pup or yearling. Trekking silently through the snow allowed the pink eyed phantom time to think, their pack was growing slowly. Still some wolves Icicle had eluded, not out of fear nor anger, he wasn’t sure how to act around the woman of the pack. A strange and mysterious species to the wraith, but one he wanted to try and solve. One wolf in particular had caught Icicle’s attention, Castal, somehow she had risen above the hardships thrown at her by life, she had risen in a different direction then he had, where he had quietly observed and filed away information, she would burst forward head first without a care in the world.

A soft sigh escaped as his thoughts wandered beyond the small female and to the rest of the pack and the tension with their northern neighbors. They could secure peace, that he was sure of, diplomacy could work wonders with the right words and concessions. A soft howl broke into the Rye Field Wolf’s thoughts, he pauses, ears perking, it was as if his thoughts had summoned her, and now Castel was summoning him.

With a quiet sigh, somewhat sad that his peaceful remicicing and solitude was coming to an end, he slowly started to pad toward the source of the noise. Eventually. Icicle found himself tracking the smaller wolf’s scent, with the wind blowing toward him, he realized he would be able to come upon her without her realizing it if she wasn’t too observant of the surroundings around her. He paused for a moment Where did that urge come from? he thought, referring to the sudden spark to create some mischief with Castel. He gave his head a shake, he’d have to try and figure it out later, for now, he had a wolf to chat with.

Old habits truly did die hard, years of surviving by staying silent played into effect as the large albino moved silently through the snow, seeing his pack mate, Icicle made his way up toward Castel’s side, staying behind as he called out softly “It’s good to see you out and about.”