stranger danger

there's something in the snow.

wind catches wing as he circles ever lower, the vibrant blue of his gaze fixed, steady, on the blackened speck below. curiosity grasps him by the gizzard as he gradually nears, a grip so warm that it rivals the chill that forever permeates this land. sýnin tucks his wings close, taking the last few feet at a steep downward incline. bleached feet alight upon the snow with the most inaudible of 'puffs,' his light frame inconsiderable enough to not disturb the smooth surface.

for a second, he just sits, breathing cool air in through his nares and out through an open beak. then, with hopping steps, he moves forward, intent.

the thing moves - and the white raven jumps back, a startled croak bursting forth from his throat. it turns, and sýnin's wings flare open with an audible snap. he launches himself into the air without a second of hesitation, panicked caws echoing as he once more swings out in a wide circle around the whatever-it-is. one eye sticks, transfixed, as a canine form rises from the depths of the snow, shaking flakes from its pelt with an abrupt movement that has yet another anxious noise escaping the raven.

sýnin clacks the sharp edges of his beaks together as his momentum takes him back over the stranger, and he calls down, "valdr! wolf! who, who?"

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rusty writing ew. but! birb is here! why is your character in the snow? idk. you decide lol

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