Singing the song that's inside us all.

Attila isn't sure about what exactly she is doing, the winter had hit harder than she expected and her petite frame, full coat or not, is having trouble coping with it. The snow clings to her pelt while she carefully descends from the mountain, her paws slipping on the ice covered ground. She thought that maybe once she's off the mountain, she can warm herself with with a good run. Maybe even a fresh meal to keep her blood flowing. But little does she know... Finally she reaches the bottoms of the mountain, burning ember pools gaze out into the white terrain, and a smile lifts on her maw. She loves the winter, or at least the snow, if only it were so cold.

As she takes the last step off the mountain, her paws beneath her slip and she lands into a mound of soft snow. Attila peak up, a pile of the white ice laying atop her head. Her ears lay out flat beside her head, and her nose wrinkles. She doesn't love the snow this much. She shakes the pile from her head and then leaps out of the mound, heading out to the fields. There's always food out there.

Shivering, freezing to the bone, Attila finally reaches the fields. Many scents rest amongst the land, and most are recent, she knows that. It didn't strike her that there is another odd scent casting out into the air, so as she made her way farther into the fields the gathering spooked her for a moment. They were circling something, and of course Attila has to be apart of it. Glancing around, making sure no one was behind her, she continues her to way to join the group.
"What's going on?" her voice is soft, nearly a whisper and only speaking to one who can hear.

She is of course too short to see of the crowd of wolves, and much to small to even think about squeezing passed everyone. The poor four year old female could really do nothing but stand there awkwardly, trying to stand up onto her hind legs to at least get a sight peak of what the commotion was all about. But the only images she caught were a creme colored male and a grey and white colored female standing beside one another, looking out towards the ones that surround them.

Attila attempts to push through the others, to at least get to somewhat was the front. And every push she give to slither through, she was only pushed back. Not purposely of course, she knew. But her lithe and rather fragile frame was no match against the others' larger bodies.
"Excuse me," her small voice says oh so softly. Speaking to the dabbled male who was making a run from the cold. Unsure of whether she grabs his attention or not, she frowns before finding her way around the group, finally reaching the front.

The deceased bull elk lay, soaking up the cold water just behind Magena and Shade, Attila's chest heaves inward as the stench of the beast burns her nose. She didn't see any wounds or injuries, and what seems to have happened was that the damned thing just fell over... At least that's what she caught from the murmurs amongst the group. Attila stretches her neck out, taking another sniff of the elk with curious ember jewels.


If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
- four - female - mate - imprint - Spirane -