❦ | TEN OF HEARTS
- Nov 10, 2020
❦ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Frosty breath, cold puffs of smoke exhaled from flared and dripping nostrils to mingle among the falling flakes of snow. Riven had never seen snow until a few days ago, and now it was all he could see. The landscape once verdant and green now swathed in an unbreaking sea of white cold. Trees stood as stalwart soldiers against the grey eternity of the sky, dark and peeling bark soon to be cloaked in that all-consuming ivory. Fortunate was he with long legs, the snow barely reached halfway up his legs and the sensitive downy fur of his stomach was kept dry and away from the slush they trudged through.
Golden eyes narrowed in annoyance as the oncoming storm buffeted his face, lips peeling back to show pointed teeth, a threat to the storm that sought to bury them.
This patrol hadn't been his idea. Truthfully, he forgot whose idea it was to begin with, something that was likely for the best or he'd sink his fangs into their ear for the discomfort they were causing him. With the oncoming winter, for some of them their first winter, they needed to find better hunting grounds or starve. Riven would not starve. And so he organized this little group to explore the nearby semi-mountainous region, close by to where they'd first encountered the great bear Nikolai. In fact... he could almost see the pine tree from which they'd retrieved his odd hat.
The crunch of the snow beneath traveling paws was deafening to his acute hearing, forcing his ears flat against his head and casting scrutinizing stares at his traveling party.
He envied those still curled up in their dens, hidden away from the frosty fingers that dragged their nails down his nape. Why was he here? He was the chief! He should be living in luxury, hidden away and warm. A low rumbling growl would bubble in his chest but died just as quickly as the earth seemed to respond in kind with a distant grumble of its own.
His lips lowered to cover his teeth once again, pausing in his tracks in befuddlement. "Hm?" He would muse aloud, turning his narrow-eyed gaze to the rest of the patrol, "Somebody say something?" It didn't sound like it... but if not that, then what?
//Hey guys, plot start!!! The hideaway is going to be split up by an avalanche. Those on the patrol will be forced to take shelter somewhere else while they figure out how to get back to camp safely, and those in camp will have to decide the best course of action without their "leader" and some of their core members which could cause high tensions between wanting to search for them vs staying safe from the blizzard.
If anyone stumbles across this thread late, feel free to jump in and assume your character was always on the patrol from the start <3