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Skyla:
With new dreams that she never knew she had were accomplished, she felt even greater than usual. The basin that is filled high with water in Autumn and Spring, was now just a frozen bowl. She tapped it with a single claw, though nothing broke away. It was definitely not just a thin sheet, though she wouldn't want to test its strength by walking over it, Skyla was going to pass on the freezing water of death attraction here at Meadow's Edge. She had temporarily left Darkmoon to his own wanderings and adventured on further to explore the valley and meet new wolves. They could be Evil for all she cared, all Skyla wanted was some mildly pleasant company. Though company that was not inclined to kill her on sight was probably preferred. Make that any wolf that wanted to kill her at all. The she-wolf sighed deeply and watched as the light clouds drifted along the steel sky. It wasn't snowing, but still the Winters chill bit at her. Maybe she should take some cover, but if she did, then there was a large possibility any company at all would pass her without even knowing she was there.

So she stayed. Seconds quickly turned to minutes and those minutes turned into hours. Skyla decided if any wolf was going to turn up any time soon, that it would not simply come and then leave in the short time she disappeared into the remaining foliage around the Basin to hunt. She bounded quickly into the further depths of the place, her nose taking a small while to pick up even the faintest of scents. When the she-wolf did, she smiled pleasantly. It seemed to be a vole, though she could tell it wasn't well fed from the not-so-fresh smell of it. It wasn't sick, which was good for her, but it was malnourished meaning t would be thin and mostly bones. It was better than nothing though so she began to hunt.

And that's when her company finally appeared...

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Chess;

The male scowled, pouting to himself because of the winter cold. This season had to have been his least favorite, he felt sluggish and, well, obviously cold. The weather always seemed to dull his senses a bit, his needs depleating faster than in the summer or autumn. Despite his pouty attitude and him not being necessarily hungry, he felt the need to kill something and eat it, as he would say, "Just 'cuz," plus a bit of shelter would be nice right now.

Chess' shivering form makes its way to a frozen bassin surrounded by a forest of frost covered trees. Most would consider this sight beautiful, but Chess on the other hand, would say it's disgusting because he knows snow and frost means cold. His icey-cold nose twitches as he sniffs for something to catch, a small prey, probably some type of rodent, but he was too far to tell. He scoffs as the cold seemed to get colder and his nose struggled to pick up any bit of a scent, but he drags his feet toward the smell of his new found meal, unaware that another other wolf that had also taken to the scent of the rodent. He sluggishly moves into a covered area and follows the scent trail given by the small animal.

As he moves toward the vole, the scent getting stronger as he grows closer, he picks up on something bigger, a wolf. His eyebrows knit together as he realizes whoever he just found is probably going for the same animal as him. All he hopes is that he gets to it before they do, even though his goal is only driven by spite and he isn't very hungry himself. The scent of the other wolf becomes more evitent as he moves forward and he picks up his pace a bit, running toward the vole. His feet are quick, but quiet, his breaths shallow. In a small clearing he spots the vole, not far away from the other wolf. Chess jumps toward the vole, snatching it between his teeth, velocity causing him to slide on the ground as he stops. He holds the small roden in between his clamped jaw and looks straight at the wolf who was, as he thought, going for the same prey as him. He takes a moment to look the wolf up and down. Well, the wolf was female, and a small one at that, although she had a strange looking tail. Her coat had multiple colors jumping out at him, purple, blue, grey, and cream. He definitely didn't think her coat was boring, but the cool colors that it had were slightly calming. Just after a minute of a less than comfortable staredown between the two, Chess turns and walks away like nothing had happened with the vole still in his mouth.

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Skyla:
The crashing of bracken snaps her to attention. A large figure appears from the bushes and leaps onto what was originally going to be her prey. What she assumes to be a male kills the rodent with ease, picking it up as if she was never there. Though he can't of not seen her, for her coat was bright and his eyes were searching her. The she-wolf raised a skeptical eyebrow and managed to keep her annoyed growl simply a grumble in her throat. His tail swishes gracefully behind him as he attempts to walk away. By that I mean she calls out to him, trying to get him to stop. "Wait." Skyla places a paw forward as if to follow him. Her voice is kind but firm enough to imply she wanted something. She wasn't about to stake a claim over the prey, especially when it was Winter, a season known for fighting of scraps of meat. "What's your name? Why did you take this prey instead of the rabbit west of her?" Skyla tried to to put it politely as she could manage, though it seemed much like an accusation as any, "You must of smelled me too, come on, your nose can be that impaired." The she-wolf laughed a little.

What had brought this male here? Was he simply travelling? Or was he one of those wolves who would kill her once she had outlived her use? She shook her head, refusing to let her darker thoughts consume her. She couldn't make such large assumptions just yet, she'd have to wait. Skyla smiled again. Oh and loosen up will you? Your intense face of disguise is killing me." The she-wolf attempted to mimic his curled snout and the glint of revulsion in his eyes, but she just couldn't do it! Was she really just that disgusting to look at? Or was it something else entirely? She favoured the latter with all of her heart. It wasn't that she was vain and thought she was the most beautiful wolf you could lay eyes on, but she can't of been so bad that he couldn't even look at her straight. "I forgot to mention, just don't take my jokes personally." She advised. "You might take a lot of offence from the, others wise. Go ahead an eat your prey now if you want, I can't always find another one."

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Chess;

The male continues walking, but the female follows. This sends a scoff of annoyance out of his throat and out of the corner of his eye he can see the she-wolf trying to mimic his expression. These things are easy for the male to ignore, but what annoys him most is that she won't stop talking. Chess drops the vole and stands over it in a protective manner, allowing the female to continue walking until she notices he's stopped. My nose is fine. This is always my face. Are those even jokes and why didn't you go after the rabbit west? His words are said with a monotonous voice, void of most emotion other than the hint of annoyance laced within his tone. The extremely talkative wolf has now put him off of his meal, even if it meant stealing it from the hungry female, he didn't care. He just wanted to get as far away from her as possible.

The predominantly blackish-grey male turns and begins to walk further under trees, attempting to get out of the cold as best he can. As he walks away he tries his best not to look back, the wolf might be looking and might assume he wants her to follow, which he definitely doesn't want her to. Even her cheery smile was annoying.

Chess' body shivers as he finds a spot under a tree that is free from any snow, just what he's been looking for. He begins digging a small spot in the ground for a little dip in the ground to sleep in to keep further away from the cold air. After he's done digging a little hole, he lays in it, not worrying about how dirty his coat will be once he gets up, and curls his tail around his shivering body, trying to keep as much warmth to himself as possible, forgetting about the presence of the overly happy she-wolf.