Any other pups welcome, any other members of other packs are welcome as well!
Snow seemed to cover every inch of the land, blanketing it with a white that sparkled beautifully in the mid-afternoon sunlight. The air was cold, and had been steadily dropping during the night for weeks. It was no surprise that many wolves preferred to stay inside and snuggle against each other, waiting for the cruel winter to pass. Half of the Thorben girl's mind encouraged her to do so, instinct telling her to find a companion and keep warm. The other half was still excited and jumping for adventure while she still could, before she was not allowed outside and before blizzards snowed them in.
Malia soon found herself heading towards an unknown direction, south-west from the den. She passed Hush Meadow and reflected upon the silence that hung heavy there. All the birds had disappeared within the span of a couple days, and the absence of their song left an unsettling gap that kept the pup on edge. As she passed the landscape that had once been in full blossom during the spring, she sent a glance towards the small hill in the distance, imagining the red blossoms and cloying smell of flowers. During this period the girl found herself considering the idea of death and winter that she had once paid very little thought to. One might think that these notions might keep a curious girl closer to home, but in reality they spurred her to spend all of her time further away, causing mayhem while she still could. Of course, at her age, the thought of death was as far from her mind as it possibly could be, but when it did arise it was addressed quickly with a tour of Whisper Caverns land.
Her paws left little footprints as they gracefully stepped on blankets of snow. Her amber eyes glanced too and fro, keeping her eyes open for any prey she might see. They had been absent recently, and this caused a great deal of uneasiness in the pack. Due to her small, slim stature, most animals would not consider her a threat. However weaker ones would see her red pelt on the landscape like a warning sign for other predators, and would most likely prefer to stay further away. The girl did not know this, and so continued to search for what would prove to be a hopeless cause. While her eyes attempted to discern any sign of fur, they caught sight of a peculiar sparkling. It was like that of snow, but brighter and more blinding. Turning her gaze towards it, the female rested her eyes upon what could be described as nothing else other than a winter wonderland.
The Iridescent Lagoon sat, in all its glory, nestled between trees and wide meadows. Breaking from the pines behind her, Malia rushed forwards with a sudden burst of energy, eyes glittering with excitement. The body of water was frozen, with a light layer of powdered snow that, in some places, made way for the gray-ish color of the ice beneath. Malia did what any other pup would do if confronted with this situation, and immediately pressed her nose to the cold surface, reveling in its frostiness and attempting to look beneath the layer. Taking a wary step forward, the red-furred girl almost immediately slipped. She clung to the ice with her claws, tense, and considered her next move. Two of her paws stood on the lake, the other two in the snow behind her. Little by little she inched forwards, and soon enough all four feet with all claws were attempting to keep their balance. Instead of immediately falling, Malia slid forwards. A giggle resonated through the still, chilled air as she moved further and further towards the center of the large lake, wishing, for once, that her siblings could be here to appreciate her discovery.
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