Iridescent Lagoon need a fast tempo

@Namir || Late morning, Light snow, -13°F (-25°C)

Bojay was getting bored of hanging around the lagoon with all that family lingering about. Needless to say, when Bojay got bored he typically got up to no good. He had toyed with going back to the Ridge just to really piss them off. Then again he had to wonder if anyone would back him up that time. Granted he knew where to hit now and that no one seemed to care unless you were in the territory.

He leaned back on his hind, scratching at his ear in thought. Maybe he needed to go on another round of adventuring. Bojay hadn't experienced as much as he had hoped to on the way from Torbine to his mother. He had no intentions of going back to the smothering forest back east but what did the north hold? Or even the rocky mountain they had passed over? Certainly there had to be something good hiding in there.

Aggravated with his own thoughts the Lyall fell onto his own side with a loud huff. "Lame." He scoffed before rolling his eyes.

i know something you don't know
trouble coming to your home

She was so impossibly tired of being snowed on. How could it snow for so long? How weren't they all buried up to their ears by now? It made a woman cross, made her ears hurt, made her nose all dry, whiskers frosty. But it wasn't like she had a lot of options. The alternative to trudging on was flopping over, calling it a day, and just…dying.

Not unlike the fuckin' weirdo on the furthest horizon.

Ears pricked up and she loped forward, skirting a few lengths away as she sniffed the air. "Y'ain't dead yet. But yer gonna be," she drawled, eyes narrowing. Claws shuffled. Hell, maybe if he rolled over and died, she could have his cache. "Y'all lookin' t'get frostbit, 'er what?"

The voice was accented but now in a way he was used to. Bojay was quick to get back up on his paws and take a look at who was talking to him. She didn't smell like his Ma or Dad. Which meant that perhaps he was about to find some kind of excitement, anything to wear down the edge of boredom.

"Nah. Looking for something exciting." He said with ease, a devious look in his pale-colored eyes. "Where ya from? You stickin' around here?" A brow raised sharply. Bojay didn't mind pushing some personal boundaries to get the information he wanted. After all, maybe this gal would have something useful for him to tell his Ma (@Morganna). Certainly his mother would want to know if there was anyone sulking around the lagoon who weren't her children.

i know something you don't know
trouble coming to your home

"What's it to yah?"

Sheesh! What a nosy boy. Maybe she shouldn't have said hello. All she actually wanted to know was if he were dying. Maybe she should have just been patient and called it a day. Dying would have happened regardless of if she actually interacted with the punk. Damnit, Little Crow. Learn to keep your big old trap shut. Literally nothing good came of opening it. "Came from Fallen Tree Cove. Goin' wherever th' heck I feel like it."

Let the kid chew on that for a little bit.

She took stop back, not actually that interested in too close to the mangy kid. Gross.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity