Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

she can kill with a smile
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At this point the seasons simply marked the passage of time. Though prey was scarcer at this time of year, the magic of the mountain kept it from ever running out. Feist's latest litter was growing, and quickly, and Calypso figured that they would probably be out of the den soon. Like their siblings before them, they had all ended up leaving the den and even the mountain entirely. The vampire hadn't smelt a member of Feist's middle litter in quite a long time. Even though the pups weren't biologically hers, Caly felt strangely motherly towards them. Even Salem, the cold and aloof creature who lurked in the woods around their den, a silent and strange protector. Perhaps it was the fact that she couldn't have pups of her own, or maybe she really did feel a part of Feist's family. The fiery fey liked to think the latter.

Calypso walked next to Feist, her white paws crunching the snow beneath them. Their closeness was invigorating, a warmth in the cold expanse that was winter, and the vampire found herself in a particularly good mood. Though they were the best of friends, Caly frustratingly felt herself wanting something... more. Undoubtedly, Feist knew how much the vampire cared for her, but it was almost like there was something more than that. The fiery femme hated dwelling on it, though- Feist had been hurt enough by mates and that talk, and Calypso was content enough simply being close to her.

Her green eyes glanced around, an amused smile upon her face as she watched the husky's bouncing step. The slight smile erupted into a grin as Feist asked her question, her tail giving a wild few wags. Caly tried and failed to stifle a laugh- something about it just seemed so amusing. The feminine husky always had a way of putting her in a good mood, sometimes a little too good of a mood.

"I never took you as the type to enjoy dining on fish, Feist." Calypso teased, her green eyes glinting with humor. "You sure these aren't cravings? You aren't pregnant again, right?" She laughed again- it was a harsh, masculine noise, but strangely musical all the same- and shook her head. "Sure, we can try and catch some."

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