you do not know who is your friend or who is your enemy until the ICE breaks. Swift River had been in turmoil as of late. The anger and pain that had followed Naira's betrayal, the agonizing sting of Indru's absence, had faded, to be replaced by tentative hope upon the Tainn male's return - then Ruiko had come, bearing news of Kinis' disappearance, and everything had tilted and crashed again. An oppressive blanket of sorrow and despair had enclosed them, and Ice didn't dare stray too far from home in case he was needed. At times, his position as a comforter had him feeling detached and heartless, always ready with a gentle smile and some whimsical words about hope - words that tasted vile, like lies, and yet he never claimed they would be able to find Kinis. He only spoke of remembering, of fondness, of perhaps, another day, another time... He gave his head a shake. Even though he hadn't known Kinis himself, the pack's heavy spirits weighed him down. He knew that it would pass, that eventually the sharp pain would be... dulled. He didn't speak aloud of that, though. They needed time.
And so, on a bright spring day when the air was much too warm for comfort, an unfamiliar howl cut through the air and Ice's large head snapped up, peering in the direction of it. While he didn't know the howlee himself, she nearly sounded as if she was familiar with the Grove, with Cori and Indru. Still... he had to check it out. Grateful for the distraction, the sturdy male set out on the beaten paths at a casual lope, eating up the ground beneath him. In silence he approached, accompanied only by the sound of his rapid breathing. It really was damnably warm, and his tongue lolled outside his jaws in a rather not-so-fearsome fashion. Within not too long, the wolf - or rather, wolves - came into view. One was a female, pale and tawny with bright eyes. She seemed agitated. The other was a male, bright eyes too, but dark gray. Ice's gaze kept drifting between the pair as he settled himself defensively between them and his home, his vulnerable pack.
"What do you want?" he queried of them, but despite the choice of words his voice wasn't hostile, nor accusing. It was an honest question, and in light of the recent events, a surprisingly open one. While he did want to shout and run them off, he strangled the urge - he had to know who they were, and what they wanted first. He couldn't judge others simply because his pack was in a bit of an emotional disarray. And, strangely enough, he wasn't in too terrible a mood today. .ice aesir |