Movement caught his attention along the bank, and the little cat's gaze snapped beneath the boughs of a spindly, naked tree where standing stark against the ivory snow was a tiny, dark figure creeping towards the water. A momentary fear flashed through his heart as his nostrils flared, catching the scent of preyblood before he spotted the scrawny squirrel laying limp where the figure had recently pounced. He nearly didn't recognize the little shape as a wolf, catching her scent along the faint breeze as he squinted and adjusted his eyes to the darkness of her scruffy pelt with visible surprise. It was another kit, like the one he'd seen previous further east! Unlike the last however, this was a considerably smaller one, lacking the marbled patterns and wings that the first he'd met had.
Thoughts of the previous kit he'd met sent a pang of guilt through him; Delta could only hope she was alright, wherever she was now. Would this kit simply vanish like she had? Where they some sort of trial from Tsillah? Where were were these wolf kits coming from? He swallowed thickly, a familiar fear creeping over him as he cast his gaze up and down the snowy banks for any sight of predators. Despite the strange circumstances, he couldn't just leave the poor thing--it was the dead of winter and she still had kitten-fluff behind her ears!
"Kit?" Delta hesitantly garbled out, voice hoarse from disuse as he forced the remaining water from his throat, "ah--are you al--alright?" cautiously, still wary that this may be some sort of cruel trap, Delta made his way closer to the bank with only his head sticking above the inky water. As he grew closer he noticed just how thin the little kit was, and how their scruffy pelt parted with worrying scars. Pity flooded his gaze at the sight, but he stopped his approach where ice clustered in the river's shallows and left a narrow strip between himself and the land. He wouldn't leave the water yet, hooking his claws into the edge of the ice so he could float safely several taillengths away from the kit and speak easier. Again, he looked up and down the banks, partly in fear of any ambush and partly due to the strange coincidence of finding yet another kit away from its family. Were they nearby, perhaps?
"Is your mother near?"
Thoughts of the previous kit he'd met sent a pang of guilt through him; Delta could only hope she was alright, wherever she was now. Would this kit simply vanish like she had? Where they some sort of trial from Tsillah? Where were were these wolf kits coming from? He swallowed thickly, a familiar fear creeping over him as he cast his gaze up and down the snowy banks for any sight of predators. Despite the strange circumstances, he couldn't just leave the poor thing--it was the dead of winter and she still had kitten-fluff behind her ears!
"Kit?" Delta hesitantly garbled out, voice hoarse from disuse as he forced the remaining water from his throat, "ah--are you al--alright?" cautiously, still wary that this may be some sort of cruel trap, Delta made his way closer to the bank with only his head sticking above the inky water. As he grew closer he noticed just how thin the little kit was, and how their scruffy pelt parted with worrying scars. Pity flooded his gaze at the sight, but he stopped his approach where ice clustered in the river's shallows and left a narrow strip between himself and the land. He wouldn't leave the water yet, hooking his claws into the edge of the ice so he could float safely several taillengths away from the kit and speak easier. Again, he looked up and down the banks, partly in fear of any ambush and partly due to the strange coincidence of finding yet another kit away from its family. Were they nearby, perhaps?
"Is your mother near?"