Kisla's creamy paws crunched against the snow covered ground. Her green eyes cast upon the scenery before her, miffed that already her home was cloaked with the white powder. It did not bode well, and an uneasiness had settled in her chest the moment it had began and did not stop -- still, flurries would shift to light snow, accumulating even more, before drifting back to a sprinkle of flurries.
Her paws trailed after another set, fresh enough that she knew Corinna was not far ahead, but old enough that Kisla knew it would be a bit before she caught up to the pack's matriarch. Her find had been a good one, and yet there was a nagging unease that weighed upon her as well -- she had scoured the lands of the Vale for weeks now, and it was becoming obvious that the herds were thinning. None of this boded well with her.
The afternoon settled over Oak Tree Bend in the silence that accompanied the falling snow. Finally, after a half hour of tracing her mother down, the silver she-wolf came to view. Ushering a bark to gain her attention, Kisla's pace quickened, her quick lope turning to a brisk run as she bounded toward her mother, specks of snow flying out from beneath her weight each time she landed.
A grin found its way to her features, despite her foreboding, and with a yip as she closed the distance, Kisla cast a playful nip to Corinna's side, purposely missing as her green eyes fell to her mother's cheek, alight with the news she hoped would relieve the leader.
sparking up my heart