the forest is silent in a way that is vastly pleasing to xenia. the trees are tall and protective, the snow muting any and all noise, the chill of the air sharp on the wetness of her nose. she lets the silence fill up the emptiness inside of her and finds herself cold, inside and out. the sensation is one that xenia finds herself pleased with, so she lets it linger…

...only to find the silence broken. irritation blooms where the chill had once been and her hackles ruffle on her shoulders.

the crunch of paws through snow makes her ears twist back and the mismatched gaze narrows. she stills and does not have to wait for long before the petite black frame of a female approaches her, quivering violently. immediately does xenia’s sharp posture soften as she slips into the act of the female struggling through the snow to get back to her family. the girl approaches her, stopping in front of xenia. her eyes are wide, one black and the other white. she is smaller than xenia and speaks with a quiver to her voice.

”C-could you help me catch a meal? I’m lost.” xenia knows that had she been any other fae, she would comply willing. but xenia is no other fae and does not want to waste precious time that should be used travelling to the safety of her den. there is a moment in which she is frozen, unsure of her plan of action despite the open softness of her face. she hums softly in “sympathy”, then says, ”oh my! i’m ‘fraid you won’t find anything out here at this hour, but you can most certainly come with me, dear. my mate spent the day hunting and i’d be more than happy to give you shelter for the night.” she pauses and then says, parroting the femmes from earlier, ”it’s not safe to be traveling alone right now.”

she is not certain of what she will do when they arrive to her den, but the girl reeks of glorall. xenia could see potential in the delicate slopes of the girl’s face and if she played her cards right, xenia could find herself with a wolf in glorall, feeding her information. cautious satisfaction toyed at the edges of her mind as she gestured softly with her cranium, taking a few steps in her original direction.

woman | seven years | loner | souless | heartless