glacial [kenren]

[Tiburon [on weekends]]

The feel of the snow beneath her paws was a brand new experience to the southern wolf. She was used to cool grasses, dusty earth, and crumbling leaves. The flakes of frozen water beneath her paws gave way like leaves would have, yet it bit back with a savage cold. For once the small canine cursed her heritage; it would be useful in situations such as these to have thick fur growing between her digits like the northern wolves.

For a moment the multicolored fae paused, lifting her left forepaw. Pearly whites licked and nibbled delicately at the ice that had collected between her toes. Once it was cleared out to the best of her abilities, Tiburon resumed her climb up the glacier. She was thankful that the sun was cloaked in smoky clouds this day. The glare usually produced by the sunlight hitting Soulwinter Glacier was murder on the eyes.

When she reached the edge of the glacier, she let her gaze sweep over the calm ivory plains. She was alone. Completely, absolutely alone. There was no there to fill her ears with mindless chatter or to whine at her for not paying attention to it. Out here, she was queen, the ruler of all that she laid her eye on. Tiburon took a deep breath. When she pulled air into her lungs, it was something akin to breathing in an ice-cold rush of power. Then she made a circle with her lips and forced it all out.

In her mind, she heard a long, proud howl.

To everyone else, it was silent.