notes: ranger 1/5

She had been terrified. The voice that had entered her head had told her about Mythris, and Pragma knew it was not a dream because in her dreams, she could not hear. It was a strange sort of phenomenon to her, but her mother had always explained it was to train her to not be caught up in the word, but instead focus on the action. It did not help much when she saw faces she could not put names to, people that she knew and yet could not place. And then the voice -

Another gust of wind that had swept through the trees and made them creak and sway. It might have been a beautiful sound if not for the way that it was haunting. The undertones of what was happening in this strange world kept her up at night and made her uneasy. She'd spent a couple of days in the quiet of the forest once she'd parted from the coy pair. She'd already been exploring, navigating her way along the pines and the trees, to find where others lived and where to avoid too. Pragma knew that she was painfully alone. She knew that she couldn't continue on alone, not with the aching cold that all but burned her paws.

Pragma needed to find shelter - that was her current hunt.

SKILL ranger 1/5
keeping things for ghelan a little vague. will add more later in subsequent replies

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ghelan and his feet were well adjusted to the demands of the march, of the snow. there was little fat in those bulky legs, just fur and muscle. but the snow that blankets the land is starting to nip at his paws.

but he caught the scent of a stranger, and he wasn't far off. just a little ways a head, he found the source. she looked like she could be related to the crownores, funnily enough, and sad memories flood his mind immediately.
no matter.

the stranger was clearly injured, so ghelan made himself look as small as possible before he attempted to approach, unsure how jumpy she would be.
do you need help? he croons from a distance.