[An attempt to visit her own domain had brought her someplace that was almost the complete opposite- while her own was full of lush, tropical greenery and looked out upon the bluest ocean, she now found herself in a storm so bitter it rivaled some of the harsh winter weather she had experienced traveling through Faerghus. The cold bites sharply, cutting right to the bone, and as she recovers from the odd disorientation that comes with being displaced, she puts both arms around herself to try and ward off some of the chill- a futile effort, even if she had been dressed for the weather, which she certainly was not.
Her aim had been to see if the plants in her domain would wither in her presence like those without had; here, there is no way to tell, not immediately, but as she turns to survey her surroundings, she spies blood on the snow— fresh blood, with the scattered remains of what might have been a deer just beyond it.
She’s not alone.
Steadying herself, she reaches for her bow, just in case, but lets it hang at her side as she advances, kneeling down in the snow when she reaches what little remains there are to investigate. There’s evidence of teeth having been used, the shape and size of which are familiar enough, thanks to all her years of hunting and tracking.]
A wolf, perhaps…? I hope he is being sated, if so.
[Though even if it has had enough to eat, that doesn’t necessarily mean the danger is passed— and if nothing else, she is a trespasser here.]
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Her aim had been to see if the plants in her domain would wither in her presence like those without had; here, there is no way to tell, not immediately, but as she turns to survey her surroundings, she spies blood on the snow— fresh blood, with the scattered remains of what might have been a deer just beyond it.
She’s not alone.
Steadying herself, she reaches for her bow, just in case, but lets it hang at her side as she advances, kneeling down in the snow when she reaches what little remains there are to investigate. There’s evidence of teeth having been used, the shape and size of which are familiar enough, thanks to all her years of hunting and tracking.]
A wolf, perhaps…? I hope he is being sated, if so.
[Though even if it has had enough to eat, that doesn’t necessarily mean the danger is passed— and if nothing else, she is a trespasser here.]