Well, Ida was glad she hadn't been the one to wake up in the hot spring. She gave a lazy shake of her pelt to throw off the last of any clinging snow, heavy paws churning apart the thin cover blanketing the taiga's soil as she plodded ahead. From the corner of her eye she spotted the smaller wolf following, and she flicked an ear at her pleasantries. It took several moments to decide whether or not she'd respond, but hell- Maureen was the only other wolf out here, so she might as well try to be sociable. Besides, wherever she was now, it would be better to have at least some allies.
"Back atchuh," she grunted, turning her head back to give a lazy nod. She lowered her nose and sniffed at the earth as Maureen spoke again, angling her ears to half-listen as she parsed through the scents of wet earth and pine as they walked. She mentioned something called a city, and Ida raised a brow.
"--'hell's a city?" she paused her sniffing to ask. She mentioned studying as well, but eh, she could ask about that later. Now that she had her nose in the snow and she thought about that elk again (if she'd never tried for a piece of that thing, she'd never be in this mess to begin with...), a familiar excitement was pulsing through her veins. Meat was not something Ida ate regularly, but it was delicious, and something that she'd never pass the opportunity to partake in. Those blunted fangs of hers could grind boulders to gravel and pebbles to dust, but the crunch of bone and flesh- now that was a taste she couldn't tire of. She and that blue-winged brute back home.
Ida nearly missed Maureen's question between her sniffing and the thoughts of her predicament. She rolled her shoulders in a half-hearted shrug, lifting her head again to leer curiously around the foreign landscape before answering.
"Quarry n' grassland. Few forests, nuthin' like this," the wolf fluffed her shaggy pelt against the cold wind, though that at least wasn't a bad sensation. It was cooler here in a way that only winter was back where she was from, and winter was a season that she'd thrived in. Were the seasons different here, or was this strange forest always like this? Maureen had mentioned they came here through sleeping; could they be in some sort of dream? Couldn't be heaven, with the way Ida acted. She chuckled at the thought.
Suddenly she paused, flaring her nostrils again and snuffling heavily against the ground.
"Think I got somethin'," she said lowly, cresting a small hill and peering down into its shallow gulley.
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DICE ROLL: Perception
SUCCESS: Ida's sniffed out moose droppings! They can use it to catch its scent and track it down.
FAILURE: A chipmunk suddenly bursts from the snowbank and startles Ida before running and escaping up a nearby tree.
"Back atchuh," she grunted, turning her head back to give a lazy nod. She lowered her nose and sniffed at the earth as Maureen spoke again, angling her ears to half-listen as she parsed through the scents of wet earth and pine as they walked. She mentioned something called a city, and Ida raised a brow.
"--'hell's a city?" she paused her sniffing to ask. She mentioned studying as well, but eh, she could ask about that later. Now that she had her nose in the snow and she thought about that elk again (if she'd never tried for a piece of that thing, she'd never be in this mess to begin with...), a familiar excitement was pulsing through her veins. Meat was not something Ida ate regularly, but it was delicious, and something that she'd never pass the opportunity to partake in. Those blunted fangs of hers could grind boulders to gravel and pebbles to dust, but the crunch of bone and flesh- now that was a taste she couldn't tire of. She and that blue-winged brute back home.
Ida nearly missed Maureen's question between her sniffing and the thoughts of her predicament. She rolled her shoulders in a half-hearted shrug, lifting her head again to leer curiously around the foreign landscape before answering.
"Quarry n' grassland. Few forests, nuthin' like this," the wolf fluffed her shaggy pelt against the cold wind, though that at least wasn't a bad sensation. It was cooler here in a way that only winter was back where she was from, and winter was a season that she'd thrived in. Were the seasons different here, or was this strange forest always like this? Maureen had mentioned they came here through sleeping; could they be in some sort of dream? Couldn't be heaven, with the way Ida acted. She chuckled at the thought.
Suddenly she paused, flaring her nostrils again and snuffling heavily against the ground.
"Think I got somethin'," she said lowly, cresting a small hill and peering down into its shallow gulley.
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DICE ROLL: Perception
SUCCESS: Ida's sniffed out moose droppings! They can use it to catch its scent and track it down.
FAILURE: A chipmunk suddenly bursts from the snowbank and startles Ida before running and escaping up a nearby tree.