Teal and black eyes stare out at world veiled in white. These cold, fluffy stars have fallen in the numbers of millions and have stuck to nearly everything in Asteraia. It is an interesting sight for one who has never seen such a thing and while they have stopped falling for now Gehenna is sure that they will again soon.

Already, there is a thick layer of it coating the earth and causing her paws to sink in, the feeling of such was unusual at first but she became used to it with time. Her mother had been assigning tasks for the rest of the pack members for days now and still more would come. Who could turn away from a pack that has promise to be the strongest? Even those… unlike her family are beginning to trickle in amongst the others. And that is okay.

This day was much like any other in this white season and while the royal child enjoyed following Widow around on her exploits, she did care more for her time alone. It gave her room to watch and to think. Even at such a young age she is already a very cunning and calculative girl with good potential to become an irreplaceable asset to the pack. She sees everything that goes on within the fields and has a sense for… danger. Let’s just call it her gift – though most will come to blame her for the chaos that follows in her wake.

What was most unlike any other days on this grim evening was the moving figure of a new Sister as she crosses over the northern border to seemingly fetch a carcass. To the east the sea breezes carry in tastes of the salty air and billow through her thickened ruff. This newcomer’s odor is intermingled with the natural aura of the land and curiosity begins to pick away at the royal’s brain. She watches upon her small hillock for the longest of times, head tilting this way and that every so often as the darker female drags the corpse back into Asteraia land.

Her long limbs lift and bring her toward the female as her tassel is held evenly with her spine. She does not display dominance in any form yet she is eerily silent in her approach, not a peep coming from her lips, only the crunching of soft snow beneath her large paws. Her masked skull tips to the left as she circles about the female briskly, assessing the situation before something else captures her attention. The strong, unfamiliar scent of another predator growing thicker within the air. Hackles raise upon her spine in a display of defensive dominance as black speckled eyes pierce into the white-out of their surroundings. There is no sign of any threat as of yet but the girl will not let her guard down; she was raised to be smarter than that.

She looks back to the other briefly with an expressionless façade, curious to see if she had noticed it as well, before turning her attention back unto the wild lands just a few meters beyond their moving point.