Holed Up (open I guess)

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Purge was exhausted. Traveling nonstop for a season had taken a lot out of her, not to mention emotions and memories. The albino wolfess trooped slowly to the edge of the waters, expression solidly stoic. Her cold red eyes scanned the shore, there were slight indents in the sand further up the bank, untouched by the lakes hungry waves. They were very scattered prints, and evidently the wolf must be long gone. Swinging her powerful head around she took note of some fresh wolf droppings. Paws heading in the opposite direction, she skirted the frozen edge of the lake. Her thin white coat had not protected her well and she was shivering fiercely. But Purge refused to acknowledge the fact. Instead she used her exhaustion as an excuse to dig a den.

Choosing a large, week old snowdrift, Purge began her task. The evil shewolf used her paws and claws like delicate shovels. She efficiently scraped an entrance that would barely squeeze her body in. Then, with her near, frozen appendages she began to hollow out the drift. She didn't make the den very large. No, she merely made it big enough for her body to toss and turn comfortably. Her hot breath and body heat would garden the snow into ice and fill the den with heat. But to ensure her safety overnight, she'd need to fill in the hole. Luckily, as she poked her pink nose outside, a lacy flake of snow landed atop of it. Pleased, she saw her prints being covered up and the hole began to fill. With a huff she turned around and made herself into a comfortable roll inside her ice chamber.

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Silver:
A wolf, silver in color, limped through the snow. She was missing a back leg, had a few nicks in her ears, and a good few scars dotted her thick fur. She was blind, deaf, and sick. She relied on carcasses, but she was not long for this world. She was a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Her name was Silver, a lonely silver she-wolf edging on 17 years of life. She yawned, showing teeth that had been worn down over the years. She smelled a she-wolf, strangely. She cocked her head, and limped in that direction. She found the snowdrift by accident and poked her head in. Her face was almost fully gray with age, and her eyes where covered with cataracts. "Hello?" she asked, wondering about the she-wolf in the cave. It was getting hard to tell where everything was. Silver was not going to admit she was blind a deaf yet.

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Purge raised her head slightly, there wasn't much room to do otherwise, as a wolf stuck her head into her freshly dug den. Ruby red eyes appraised the silver wolf. Well, as much as could be observed. Yeah silvery fur was thickly speckled with white, the eye color hardly recognizable behind extensive cataracts. This shewolf was ancient, and most likely senile. What sabe wolf would just poke her head into a strangers den? A stupid one. Not showing any emotion, Purge spoke. "Who are you to intrude in such a rude manner?" She gazed boldly at the elderly canine. Her voice was like mercury, cold, beautiful, liquid, deadly. Her albino coat flat with firm conviction. She would not have her moment of rest disturbed. "Regardless, leave." She added, crimson gaze never leaving the shewolf.

Purge needed sleep if she was going to have sufficient energy for the next leg of her journey. She couldn't just wander aimlessly, she needed a plan of action. And in order to be cognitively coherent, the albino shewolf needed a refresher. Without further speech, she settled down again, thin tail over her pink nose, glassy pinkish eyes half closed, half watching.

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Silver:
Silver snorted. Her ears swiveled back, and the voice gave her the conformation that there was indeed a she-wolf, and not a friendly one. Silver did not have any idea what she was mad about other then Silver poking her head in. She was not at all happy about the she-wolf's tone. "Pardon me, dear. I was just wondering who was inside." her voice was crinkly, but still sweet. She also still held onto a bit of the voice she had once had. It was understandable for her to be angry about Silver poking in. Purge's words where lost on Silver's deaf ears. She still pulled her head out, and shook some snow off. Her fur was thick as ever, but old age wasn't treating her well. She yawned, and continued on her wanderings. When Spring came, her time may as well. She wouldn't mind, she had lived a long life. It was only right that she leave soon.

~Exit Silver~

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Her eyes were like blue oceans as she traveled aimlessly through a new part of the forest, winter seemingly draining color from the leaf bare landscape. She had been there watching, hidden like a shadow in the night. She felt like she had seen the albino she wolf on one of her own travels, almost like the two had crossed paths sometime beforehand. As she was worn out from walking, she decided not to approach the yearling. However she did let a few thoughts about her run through her head: Was she Good? Evil? Or possibly neutral like herself? It honestly didn't phase her as to what side she was on; as the wolf vastly intrigued her, and she tried to be friends with all types.. As much as Kiven wanted to go over and talk, she would have to wait- the fact she had built a den signified to her that she was in fact- weary and exhausted. Come to think- so was she. So much that she didn't even register the presence of the elder wolf who seemed to be investigating the den. She would soon have to make a den of her own, since the frigid temperature of winter finally began to close in on her, driving the awkward bodied wolf into a minor shiver. At a quick whim she searched the area for a good site to build a den.

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Purge slept for maybe a hour before unwillingly waking up. That darned old hag had disturbed her and now Purge couldn't sleep any longer. The albino wolfess decided that she might as well do something. Emerging from her snowy den she entered the storm. It wasn't quite as bad as earlier, but it was still fiercely cold. Frowning, she glared into the wind swept lake, the edges white with ice. Should she continue with her search, or should she stuck around for awhile? Looking around she spotted yet another shewolf. She wasn't as old as the last. Perhaps Purge could get some information out of her. Perhaps she'd seen Volpina. It was a small valley after all. One never knew who was connected to what. Approaching the black and white shewolf, Purge spoke. "You are looking for a den." She stated, not sure how to interact. "I have a den already dug." She stated once more in attempt to invite her to join her.

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The she wolf shook snow from her pelt, finding the spot really wasn’t well fit to be a den anyway, the root of the tree probably would obstruct the entrance. She tried to think of various other places to dig, even going so far as to travel close around the forest in search of a den site as the snow seemed to melt as it made contact with the warmth of her body. Instead she laid around for an hour, keeping her tail wrapped around her body, the tip at her nose. Kiven stayed in the position until she viewed the albino she wolf exit the den. ‘She must not have gotten much sleep’ she thought, watching her with a slight curiosity. As Purge made her way over, Kiven pricked her ears to listen better, though unsure of what she wanted to say. As she spoke, Kiven nodded and answered “Yes,” a bit quietly, and flicked her tail, mentally scolding herself for possibly making an awkward first impression. “Thank you very much, I didn’t want to interrupt your sleep so I looked to build my own” she smiled softly in a grateful manner to the females kindness towards her.

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Purge couldn't force a smile onto her face, yet she was pleased. Her performance had been accepted. The albino wolfess them turned, leading the other shewolf towards her den. Not only would she be useful for gaining information, Purge would also take advantage of her body heat. There were a few reasons why she hadn't done so with the elderly shewolf. The first being, Purge needed sleep more than anything. The second, the senior wolfess probably had a horrible memory. The third, She stunk. The old lady wolf smelled disgusting. Perhaps it was just her super acute nose, but she did not want such a smelly wolf in her den, not to mention a nosy one. "This is my den." She flicked her tail at the ever increasing mound of snow. Purge then entered in, awaiting her guest. Once comfortable she turned her garnet gaze to the stranger. This shewolf was young, had a solid memory. She was very polite, and smelled quite nice. She was everything the nearly blind shewolf wasn't. That made Purge smile.

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She watched Purge for a moment, before swiftly following the wolfess to the den. Kiven did admit the stranger had unique and captivating stare, and she already kind of liked her in a way. If the two stuck together through time they would make a pretty good pair- with the albino she wolfs brute strength and Kivens agility mixed. As the yearling shewolf spoke, her eyes turned toward the mound. The construction of the den in such a short time was very impressive in her opinion. “Thanks again, I really appreciate it” After Purge entered, Kiven followed in shortly after, laying down beside the wolfess and shifting a bit to get comfortable, which was easy as warmth seemed to blanket her as soon as she entered, The snowflakes coating her pelt long gone. “My name is Kiven by the way- it's nice to meet you” she spoke in a softer tone, giving a friendly smile as her eyes adjusted to the brand new darkness of the den.

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Purge watched as the fluffy wolf entered, the snow melted from her pelt. The albino tensed slightly as she laid herself down. She looked like a very agile wolf; with slim legs and the graceful way she held herself. A bit like a doe. Purge didn't answer as she expressed her thanks. Instead she simply shrugged her broad white shoulders, muscles rippling under her thin coat. Heat wrapped around the two, the icy ceiling glazed over and hardened. But when Kiven spoke again, Purge supposed that in order to get information she would have to be open as well. With an uncomfortable itch in her throat, she rasped out her name. "I'm Purge." In a twinge a single memory breached her mental security. It was of herself telling Renegade her name. Furrowing her brow, she caught the memory and stuffed it back into its cell. Speaking more hesitantly(in caution that another memory or feeling would break free) she addressed Kiven. "How long have you been in the valley?"