Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150326001100/@comment-5583506-20150329215001

Smooshie wrote: The iceclaws were all in their cave. A group of hunters brought back two elk.. " Silver....Hand, killed morthal pack...rrrgh" One of them said through growls. Frilmgeira sends out a warning to all wolves in her area.. She sends one to deliver the warning to her old friend.. The Spirit of the forest... ( Is that okay lazz?) (Actually I was thinking that since she was abandoned by her pack she is presumed dead. So no one technically knows that she is alive... or who she is for that matter...)

Brand returned to her an hour later with his latest kill. A mangy rabbit. He could be such a charmer when he wanted to, but rabbit wasn't what she had in mind. She was usually content with living off the berries and the ferns the forest could provide her and so often made herself a stew or two. However, when she turned during the light of the full moon she couldn't help herself but to kill and devour an elk or more. She didn't like it, but it was a necessary evil for survival. Usually when she turned back into human she arranged for a proper funeral of the animal to pay her respect.

She sat down on a mossy rock overlooking a stream and decided to play a melody for him on her flute as he ate. He seemed to enjoy the sound for some reason. By night time, when everyhing was totally dark he usually accompanied her by howling until his throat got sore.

Who could ask for a more loyal companion?