heliophilia

It was bitterly cold out, but nonetheless Igor woke up with the sun and set about his day like it was any other. First, he inspected the pack’s food cache. Days earlier, he had successfully hunted a seal, but the bounty was insufficient to sustain them all—especially considering his own size, which set him apart as the largest wolf in Philos. Cassian, the young king, came close, yet Igor's weight and stature overshadowed him.

As he surveyed the cache, disappointment washed over him. The remains of the seal were nearly stripped bare, already showing signs of frostbite. While the frigid air kept decay at bay, it did little to bolster their reserves. With several mouths to feed, it became abundantly clear that a larger prey was necessary, and for that, he needed a companion.

He scanned the area with piercing steel-grey eyes, seeking anyone who might be up for the challenge. His gaze landed on a female wolf with dark fur—Runa. Though he'd heard her name flit through the pack’s conversations, he had yet to engage with her meaningfully. He approached with purpose and, adopting a calm yet commanding presence, spoke her name in a low, baritone voice that resonated with quiet authority. “Rúna.” Her name hung in the frosty air as he awaited her response.

for @Rúna <3
Skill: quartermaster

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