Dragonveil Fold into the fold.

Open for one or two. Clear sky, 21F/-6C.

It looked very different now. There was no snow. Buds and plants had started to poke up from the ground, from the trees. There were no—

Bennet inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, paws coming to a stop. No. She wasn’t here to dredge up bad memories. She was here to look for peace – and maybe her uncle, or mother. It had been Karina’s favorite place, if she remembered correctly, and the female never knew what happened here. Now, in the warmer air and brighter skies, she could see why. There was the distant scent of wolves, but none she recognized. Not Karina. Not Kjell.

The black wolf sighed, opening her eyes and starting to walk again. Maybe she would stay a few days – see what Karina saw in this place. Her stomach growled suddenly, and Bennet winced. Maybe…maybe find something to eat, too.

The snow was slowly starting to melt, disappearing from the lower elevation territories first. He sauntered through the trees, his gangly legs working quickly to cover as much terrain as possible. The boy was looking to hunt, or scout for information—whichever came first. Part of him wanted to make a detour up the mountain, to seek out his grandmother’s home, but he didn’t know if he was ready for that. Whenever he thought about her a sour taste filled his mouth and a sinking feeling weighed down his stomach. He was worried he was already too late—that the illness that she carried had consumed her.

His tail flicked absently to dismiss the thought as he approached the fold, his mismatched eyes sweeping around the blossoming terrain. A frown creased his features as he recalled the last time he’d visited the base of the mountain. He and a strange female, Rory, had gone searching for Cottongrass together. The yellow-eyed fluff was still missing, which made Sachiel fear for the worst. It was likely that something horrible had happened to him; Cottongrass wasn’t the type to just go missing. He had been dependent on the Edge pack.

A dark figure in the distance caught his attention; his nose wrinkled as his pace slowed, his ears twitching with uncertainty. But he did not greet the loner—not yet. She appeared harmless; most loners were. But not this time of the year. Not after a long, cold winter…

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others

For a time, Bennet was unaware another wolf had joined her. Now that she noticed it, the growl of her stomach seemed to be all she could here, grumbling and gurgling as it complained about her general lack of care. Not that she could blame it. The start of the spring season hadn’t been kind to her, and she’d spent a lot of it curled up alone.

The young female put her nose to the ground, doing her best to scent out a rabbit or another object of small prey when she realized what she was smelling was a wolf. Ears suddenly became alert, as did her eyes, and after a moment of careful squinting, the dragon was fairly certain she was looking at where the stranger was hidden.

“I know you’re there…” she told the shadows, tail low and sweeping slowly. “I’m not looking for trouble.”

@Sachiel -- Thanks for joining!

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity

He hesitated, unsure of whether he should approach the figure in the distance. His two dads didn’t raise a fool; he wasn’t about to throw himself at a potential threat without learning a little more about the shadow. However, the loner—the girl—beat him to it. Her voice rang through the air between them, non-threatening and level. Muddy blue-black. Not a bad colour combination, but not a good one either. I’m not lookin’ for trouble either, he countered, his words holding a sprinkle of amusement as the words tumbled off his tongue with ease. It was the truth—the last thing the boy wanted to do was get into trouble with the stranger or his leaders. He was a good boy. Responsible. Not like his spunky, speckled partner in crime. You lost? He asked as he too a tentative step toward her, his head twisting from side to side as he tried to get a better look at her.

ridge is a mature character

aka he curses a lot due to his frustation with his memory loss

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ridge associates colours with moods/feelings & uses them to describe others