12/26/2024, 7:19 PM
Harvest responded in two stepping kind, frustrating and unnerving. Daryn smoothed their face with a twitch, glancing over the curve of one white shoulder with a raised brow.
Have you ever created a snow imprint, Autumn Lord? Perhaps you should try. The cold is worth it, I assure.Their voice was carefully kept, the plume of their tail kept fluffy by the vine still wrapped around its base. They could hear the light tink of a noise as the chains of their earring swung together when their head turned back around. The spray of snow from Harvest’s nose caught the very edge of their tail, and they flicked it upwards when they bounced forward, gait showy.
Well, surely we can’t check all over the place. If Spring seeks warmth and greenery, we should go south. It is likely to be warmer there, and we can prod around packs on our way for Autumn.Would Winter answer if Daryn called? Or would they have to track their brother down for access tothe court they were born to? Their power existed in a tenuous foothold beside the wolf they were currently antagonizing. Not that they would stop anytime soon, mind.
Once we find somewhere to settle, perhaps I could send Acanthis out.The bat was perhaps Daryn’s greatest tool, with memory of the faces they’d sent him after. They turned just enough to give a mock bow.
If that would please you, of course.Perhaps an olive branch from anyone else, but from Daryn, intentions always seemed to muddle. Was it a grasp for power, a mockery, a jest? They weren’t even sure they knew every time. Either way, they weren’t about to make a giant fuss about prodding the boundaries of packs and this odd relationship both.