you do not know who is your friend
or who is your enemy
until the ICE breaks. At least she didn't seem to consider his question as prying. And if she had, well.. wasn't he entitled to know what his pack mates were up to? He smiled slightly, tail wagging, and listened when she began to recount her run-ins with his pack. The first was Jessie, and she'd met her on their home turf, Sacred Grove. He nodded in approval; Jessie was a nice wolf. Narimé probably wouldn't suffer from knowing her, but rather, the opposite. She, too, had an interest in hunting, and perhaps that could be a valuable link between the two packs. From the sound of it, Narimé had spent some time in the Swift River region, and in the Falls were he himself had met Indru and Jessie. And, what? She'd met Cali too? Ice gave a soft laugh at that. While his first meeting with the white wolf hadn't gone that well, she'd shaped up a lot since, and Marsh seemed to have some sort of trust or faith in her. While it had irked him at first, he welcomed it now, but never allowed her to believe she ranked over him. Still, it sounded like Narimé was unaware of the blood link between the two wolves she'd met, and with a wry grin he explained it. "Cali is a Swiftpaw, too. They're sisters."
He had cause to laugh again, when the red Reed chimed in. Amused, he gave his head a slight shake. Ice had been all over the place, well, nearly, and he'd met a lot of wolves. Most he managed to keep track on, either because it had been an interesting meeting, or because he met them again and remembered more. But then the old hunter steered the conversation in a different direction, and for a moment Ice mulled over the statement. He'd managed to curb his initial reflex to blurt out you should be and then no more. Well... Well-traveled as he was, Ice knew of at least five packs, Willow Ridge included. But who knew if there was another nearby, lurking in some Thicket hedge or somesuch? "There's my pack, Swift River, east of here in the Sacred Grove. West of here is Grizzly Hollow, in that cedarwood forest. A few days to the north you'll find Copper Rock Creek, which was founded by my leader's brother. And..." His ears fell back, eyes narrowing to slits. "In the mountains, there's a pack called Poison Path. Two betrayers from mine own founded it- Rhysis and Naira." Venom laced his voice when he bitterly spoke their names; Rhysis was easy to hate, but gentle Naira? Betrayal hurt, and even so many months after the act itself his heart gave a dull, throbbing protest at the rough treatment it'd been given. With a sigh, he lowered his silver gaze to the puddle, staring at his own eyes. .ice aesir |
Sex: Female
