COLD NOSTALGIA

[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]Natasha had found a lonely, run-down cabin near the outskirts of the territory. It had a half-broken roof on the verge of collapsing and the paint on the walls had started to fade. Inside, there was broken furniture scattered all over the front room and dust covered every inch of the place. Yet, nothing seemed to bother the she-wolf. Instead- she began to pick up the smallest pieces of furniture and took all of them outside, one by one.

This was going to take her all day and night.

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

A small whistle could be heard outside of the cabin as Killua stood outside of it. He had been pretty sure he had explored every bit of the territory, and felt like he should know if there was a human structure in a place like this. He had lived in buildings himself, although he would much prefer living outside in a forest rather than inside of a building. He didn't trust the structural integrity like most creatures would end up doing, so it was basically personal preference on what he wanted to do in the end of all of it. The healing Snowstriker looked across the cabin to see that it wasn't really big. As usual, he was analyzing everything that was presented in front of him, but the main reason he was here was because of the factor that he had gotten a strange scent that he didn't know who it belonged to. Of course, the scent was obviously mixed with Snowbound, so they were a member. But other than that he had no idea who they were and what they were doing this far out on the edge of the territory. The wildcat opened up his jaw as he conjured up a lollipop, letting it fall into his maw before making his way toward the front of the cabin to where he could hear a familiar voice. August. He thought the deer was pretty cool in the regard that he was literally a walking corpse. The young assassin wasn't at all deterred by the other's looks and who he was in that regard, and he came to stand next to August as he looked inside of the cabin. Killua had no intention of helping the resident inside with their stuff, as he had better things to do. Right now the Snowstriker just wanted to get information that he could use. He swirled the lollipop in his mouth as his gaze turned to look at August who was offering his help. "Yo August. Feel anything yet?" Killua would ask as he would poke the zombie deer's leg with one of his paws. The other had said the last time that they had talked that he had felt numb. Which Killua had thought was pretty strange, but the other was dead so there was no telling how the other would end up feeling. He wondered if the deer would end up craving actual flesh eventually. That would be funny to watch. The bandaged male turned his eye to look at the wolf that was inside of the cabin though, not taking a step inside of it just yet because he thought that would be rude and probably start a fight. It was a female wolf from the looks of it. The first wolf to actual live in Snowbound as far as he knew right now. It was a big deal to Killua, because the only wolf he remotely interacted with was Argus, and she lived in the Typhoon. A place that he could easily hate if he really wanted to. The albino serval flicked one of his large white ears as he hummed to himself because asking her a question. "What's your name?" The apprentice would ask as he feigned a curious tone. He just wanted information, and to see if the wolf was at all that interesting in his eyes. He wasn't someone that was going to care about a stranger right off the bat. But if trouble hit, he wasn't the type just to let someone die either.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

COLD NOSTALGIA

[div style="width: 518px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; color: #b1bed3; line-height: 110%"]A dead, talking & walking deer. How curious. The she-wolf would examine the male, her interest clear in her bright eyes. "Well- if nobody minds, I suppose I'll move into this cabin after all of it's rebuilt." Pausing a moment, Natasha would glance in the Snowstriker's direction before she spoke to the deer. "What's ya name?"

The former-assassin would then glance at Killua as he spoke, her gaze lingering on the lollipop, which she frowned at. Sweets were the female's least favorite type of food- they weren't very healthy and if you ate too many, your teeth could possibly fall out, but she wouldn't bother the apprentice about it. "Blackwidow or Natasha, I don't care which one you call me by."