||Paper\\Cut|| IP: 66.188.227.247 Posted on December 24, 2014 at 10:34:15 PM by Origami
Coming here had excited the dhole, but, after a few weeks of indulgence in the snow, the tropical creature had become impatient for spring's arrival. In the weeks previous of this one she had spent much of her time training: running through the snow, testing the ice's strength with her light paws. By now the pads of her paws were sore, and it was too cold to feel relief anywhere nearby. Origami had come here in hopes of finding a weak spot in the river's icy surface and catch a fish. The meat would do her some good, she had hoped, and it gave her something else to think about besides the chill biting into the tips of her ears and tail.
The smaller dog-like creature was making her way up the river's icy surface just as Robin had, but was further south. The dhole did not see the brown wolf until she had stopped to look at the frozen fish. Origami's small eyes glittered like moth wings as they reflected moonlight. She could smell the wolf's depression, and something else she couldn't make out due to lack of experience. Company could also help forget about her sore feet, she thought.
Origami bounded towards the smaller wolf. Lacking the tact to make a polite introduction, the dhole skated across the ice. Her claws scratched over the ice where the fish was buried, partially ruining it's frozen tomb.
"Greetings," the dhole said. "It's dangerous to be out at a time like this." The irony of this situation was that the dhole may have been the same size as the runt wolf, if not smaller. Her fearlessness gave her a fool's courage.
