3/4/2025, 2:30 AM
Fresh snowfall: she was helpless to her lupine instincts, and so, zoomies were in order.
Choumi wasn't fond of winter, exactly. In her old life, the chill came with many an unpleasant memory, hardship clinging like the mud to her skin. But here, the winter had been easier. Easier than her captivity in this world, even, with her freedom by her side and a pack surrounding her. Choumi wasn't terribly sociable with the newcomers to the Dynasty; they were a rare enough occurrence and she didn't quite feel like imposing upon them with her language barrier.
But she wasn't quite paying attention today. Instead, the lithe huntress zipped through the thick, powdery layer of snow with bounding, energetic leaps that sent snow spraying around her. The chilly air heaved through her chest, refreshing instead of tiring. It was exhilarating, reflected in the she-wolf's tail waving high over her hips as she landed in snow up to her chest, only to stare at the wall of black fur just a few feet in front of her.
A questioning, confident yip escaped her jaws before she could think, snow dusting Choumi's rich mahogany coat at she stood tall and stared at the newcomer. He was a new face, but not a new scent - a guest, perhaps? She gave a stiff sway of her tail, not unfriendly but clearly intent upon getting answers from the man.
