Kaplan .::. Male .::. Adult .::. Soare The mist rolled in as if it sensed the presence of life and sought to smother it in those winding tendrils. Cold, it managed to seep through the massive predators thick fur - right to his bones. Like ice to a wound, the chill was not unwelcome. It took away some of the pain, or froze it in his veins, at least. Droplets of the floating liquid settled and coated the wolf’s tiger stripped fur in a thousand shivering diamonds. Paw after paw, stride after stride, in a flowing, surging gate Kaplan wove his way through the white expanse. It didn’t make a difference really - the thick fog. It had been a long time since direction and destination showed themselves in the titan’s mind.
Along with the gentle up-slope of the terrain, the snow began to deepen - leaving Kaplan to plough his way through. Broad chested and powerful, he still made steady progress. The mist surrounds everything… in all directions: it’s incredibly forlorn. Blinking the dampness from his eyes, the boy’s ears lay flat against his skull - water in your ears was never that pleasant. After a few minutes, his body is warm and like always exertion feels good. Gaining altitude the snow thickens, becoming harder and Kap’s paws support him like snowshoes, splaying out across the slippery surface.
Dark is coming - eventually, even the white fog cannot over come the sullen shadows. Breath billowing out in front of him, Kaplan pauses. He should head back, back to Saw Tooth where he must once again begin to gain a family - replacement. The great beast sighs, wise eyes to old for his physical age. There could be no replacement, but hopefully there was distraction. He’d made the choice to leave his blood family anyways - nothing he could grumble about except on himself. In the silence Kaplan’s thoughts were thunderous, ringing through his broad ears to the point where his massive skull shook itself - but thoughts don’t scatter like water does, they cling and seep.
Its just a whisper… a small variation, but nonetheless the barely discernable thud reaches the tiger-printed wolf’s ears. Then nothing. There’s no mistake though, there was something… perhaps someone else is out? Unlikely, but possible. Doing his best to make an accurate judgement as to where the sound came from, Kap turns uphill again - thinking at least to check and see.
Slowly, a figure appears - at first just a shadow. It doesn’t take long to realize something’s wrong. Knowing his alarming muscular form may appear unfriendly in this environment of the elements, Kap perks his ears, tail wagging once or twice. Out for a stroll? the brute asks lightheartedly, not yet knowing the extent of the wolf - fae’s - situation. He wouldn’t want to press his help where it wasn’t welcome. Yet, the waves of anxiety seemed almost concrete. It’s going to be dark soon - if you like you can travel back with me. In fact, the more he caught a glimpse of the girl, the more Kap became uneasy - the more he decided he wouldn’t leave her out here on her own. She was young, no doubt, and injured.
I’m Kaplan, come back with me. Afraid that the girl will refuse out of pride or embarrassment, the varg watches her with quietly insistant caramel orbs. He keeps his distance at first, there was all to much to be afraid of when a grown male imposes himself on a young lady; the last thing Kap wanted was for her to feel trapped or threatened.
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