1/31/2026, 11:06 PM
Her shoulder healed in its due time; it stung and then itched and then disappeared beneath a layer of oak-bark fur as if it had never happened. Midge felt herself slot into the routines of the pack with practiced efficacy; her busy-body approach to her duties kept her in good standing, while her persistent silence made her a more intimidating option for conversation. With prey scarcer and the cold cutting deeper, the huntress found little time on her paws to rectify or muse on this.
She traversed snowbanks with a now-practiced ease, tail swishing cheerily in her wake. In her jaws, a scrawny snowhoe swung, boneless. Little puffs of breath huffed past the hare's carcass as the huntress moved, gaze scanning the snow for the telltale marks of a waiting cache. She had not yet arrived at her destination when a new silhouette took shape in the diffused sunlight of the ever-grey sky. The snow groaned beneath Midge as she halted, ears pricking toward the woman. Pale, but more noticeably, horrific scars slashed across her back. Her scent had been noted in passing through the territory - this was one of her packmates, for as long as Midge remained within these borders. Perhaps, much longer than initially expected. She was loathe to lose the stability of a pack so soon, with so many strange occurrences amongst the magic of this land. Midge flicked her tail side to side, lifting her chin in silent greeting.
Saoirse
