
45th Day of Spring, 509 AV
Just outside the Ice Gates, in a thick patch of snow, a lone wolf was stalking it's prey. Silver fur blended seamlessly with the snow she'd buried herself in, her black nose and golden eyes the only things visible, and only barely since she'd chosen a spot in the shade of a huge fur tree. Not a breath of movement gave away her position, eyes narrowed as she concentrated. And then, she saw it - the perfect opportunity, the moment she'd been waiting for, when her prey turned its back on her.
It made no difference that the wolf was still more pup than anything else, her limbs just reaching that first slightly awkward stage of adolescence. Or that her unknowing prey was actually a squirrel that had been digging around for some stash of nuts it'd hidden away. Spring did not affect the frozen world of Taldera the same way it did the rest of the world, and anyone else would have thought the ice-locked city still in the throes of the deepest Winter - but the locals knew better, knew that the worst of the year brought sweeping, bitter winds and dropped the temperature far enough to freeze the blood in your veins if you didn't have the blessing of Morwen to help you through it. Miharu had no such blessing, but she was born of these lands, her wolven form a natural predator in the very woods she stalked every day, and her thick fur and specialized metabolism gave her an edge. Were any other animal to get close enough - or downwind of her - they would immediately catch the scent of humans and civilization that undoubtedly marked her as something other than just a wild animal. Which didn't make her any less dangerous.
An edge this silly squirrel would soon learn of, to his detriment!
The pup bounded out of the snowbank, chunks of snow flying in every direction. The squirrel, whose instincts were honed for just such occasions, immediately dropped the walnut he'd been clutching and took off for the nearest tree.
It was an epic race, but in the end the wolf was simply too fast - and with a final leap and a squeak of protest from the squirrel, Miharu snatched it up in careful teeth and shook it out like a rag doll, snapping its neck.
She'd done it! That was all it took, and then her tail went into the air and she did a little strutting dance of victory right there in the snow, squirrel still dangling from her muzzle.
Just outside the Ice Gates, in a thick patch of snow, a lone wolf was stalking it's prey. Silver fur blended seamlessly with the snow she'd buried herself in, her black nose and golden eyes the only things visible, and only barely since she'd chosen a spot in the shade of a huge fur tree. Not a breath of movement gave away her position, eyes narrowed as she concentrated. And then, she saw it - the perfect opportunity, the moment she'd been waiting for, when her prey turned its back on her.
It made no difference that the wolf was still more pup than anything else, her limbs just reaching that first slightly awkward stage of adolescence. Or that her unknowing prey was actually a squirrel that had been digging around for some stash of nuts it'd hidden away. Spring did not affect the frozen world of Taldera the same way it did the rest of the world, and anyone else would have thought the ice-locked city still in the throes of the deepest Winter - but the locals knew better, knew that the worst of the year brought sweeping, bitter winds and dropped the temperature far enough to freeze the blood in your veins if you didn't have the blessing of Morwen to help you through it. Miharu had no such blessing, but she was born of these lands, her wolven form a natural predator in the very woods she stalked every day, and her thick fur and specialized metabolism gave her an edge. Were any other animal to get close enough - or downwind of her - they would immediately catch the scent of humans and civilization that undoubtedly marked her as something other than just a wild animal. Which didn't make her any less dangerous.
An edge this silly squirrel would soon learn of, to his detriment!
The pup bounded out of the snowbank, chunks of snow flying in every direction. The squirrel, whose instincts were honed for just such occasions, immediately dropped the walnut he'd been clutching and took off for the nearest tree.
It was an epic race, but in the end the wolf was simply too fast - and with a final leap and a squeak of protest from the squirrel, Miharu snatched it up in careful teeth and shook it out like a rag doll, snapping its neck.
She'd done it! That was all it took, and then her tail went into the air and she did a little strutting dance of victory right there in the snow, squirrel still dangling from her muzzle.
