First round ends 23/2! Heiress Loch is just a little south of OTB and we'll go off there in the next round. ^^
you do not know who is your friend
and who is your enemy
Long rays of slanting sunlight fell across the little clearing. In the east, the stars had already begun to wink into existence, bright dots against an ever darkening backdrop. Through the trees, he saw the western sky, burnished bronze and blood red staining the bellies of a few wisps of clouds. The sun was setting on yet another day, and within an hour and a half it would be full dark. Ice didn't mind. They were wolves, they saw by what little light was graced upon the world, and they saw well. If anything, the half-light between day and night made it more difficult for their prey to discern their shapes from the shadows and the trees, while posing little challenge to them—the merciless hunters.
It was how they had survived.
A grim smile curved Ice's lips, and bared the slightest hint of teeth to the oblivious evening. He stood a bit past the southern borders of Oak Tree Bend, a set of barely visible tracks leading north upon the snow's crust. South was where they had to go for this; south was where the prey was. He'd found several roving bands of mule deer and elk a couple of days ago, and he doubted they had moved out of the area this soon. Spring came from the south, after all, though it was still a ways away.
His large, pale head tipped back, and his eyes tracked the stars for a moment. In the mixed light of dusk and stars he was both cast into deep blue shadows, and lit with gold arcing along the edges of his silhouette.
"Star light, star bright," he whispered, breath smoking into the cold air. ".. but stars only shine at night." The smile grew less hard, more wistful, and he lowered his head briefly. "Good thing it's almost night, then." With a snort he threw his head back again, and this time, his deep, resounding voice split the stillness of the day's end. It rose, higher and shriller, carrying through the trees and echoing around the pack land, a call and a summons—come to me, gather, gather for the hunt. As his lungs grew empty the call faded into silence, and Ice lowered his head again. Ears and eyes strained into the blooming darkness as he waited.