HOW MANY WAYS || MEETING 11/16

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© lexasperated

IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT

In all fairness, Quantum minded the visit to the mountains very little; she enjoyed hunting the game here, with the uneven land to up the challenge. Thus far, she managed well enough to hunt the mountain goats and other creatures that called the lands home -- though she kept a careful eye out for some more interesting kills, like feral snow leopards or rarer, near mythical creatures that might call the mountainside home.

So, in a relatively good mood, the tigress plopped her ass down in front of Marina. She hated the whole waiting for other shitheads to arrive, so she brought a chunk of ribs to slobber over while she waited.

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Ymir, on the other hand, didn't quite enjoy the whole living on the mountain thing. Her pelt was thick enough to keep out the cold, with the added support of the bear skin across her back, but it was still irritating to have to watch wherever she stepped. She wasn't looking forward to scraping her paw-pads on sharp stones. But nevertheless she powered through it, the wolf coming to sit at the Pyre and watch Marina expectantly, curious to hear what news she would announce. A lot had seemed to happen after she left. "character's speech."

Bucky decided the moment they reached the peak, the maine coon preferred staying up in the high altitude with the snow rather than down below at the dangerous flood waters. Bucky didn't mind the cold that much- for once, his thick, long coat was coming in handy! Anyway, he wasn't about to complain if he didn't like the snow- they are safer up here than down at the base of the mountain. Marina did the right thing, bringing them up here. The maine coon was the next one to pad in, unable to prevent the soft crunching of snow beneath his paws. He tried to step as quietly as he could, as this is a habit of his that he's given up on breaking, but it's nearly pointless with the snowy ground. With a flick of his ear, Buckingham made his way over to the ground, weaving his way through to the front.

He sat himself down on the snow, looking over towards his friend, waiting for her to continue. He knew there probably was a lot she had to discuss, and their current situation must make it harder. He's sure everyone is still exhausted from the hike up, and that others are still adjusting to the altitude difference. His tail wrapped around his paws as his gaze locked on her.

Although Gordon's short fur wasn't the best for the cold weather they were currently in, she much preferred being up here in the mountains than down in camp with the flooding water. Images of herself going under and feeling herself tumble under the current flashed through Gordon's mind and the she-cat winced, flattening her ears. She paused in her steps for a few heartbeats, shaking her head and trying to clear her thoughts as much as possible. Eventually she came to join the others, looking up at Marina.