Snow Days

It was true; large feline paws did not make good snowshoes. Even so, Remi was in this form deliberately.   The Woodlands had always been a place of mental stress for him, and the predatory strength that being in this lion's body gave him was as much of a balm as he was going to get. Ludo had once tried to lure him to his death in these woods, and ever since then he'd vaguely seen the outlines of a woman holding a lantern each time he'd returned. Remi did not have the mental fortitude to stand against a god if that god was bent on destroying him. He should have avoided this place all together and yet here he was. The sound of snow crunching drew the big cat's attention. Halting, Remi tilted his head slightly as his nostrils flared to take in the new scent gently wafting towards him. Female. Feline. It was strange how his mind could know such things, and yet the lion's instincts had not been wrong yet. Hello? Remi mentally called out. If  the feline appeared to be anything other than a cougar, it would surely be a shifter given the type of animals found within the barrier. And so, still under the false assumption that all shifters could still use telepathy (since Remi had not lost his own ability), he assumed he'd get a more or less immediate reaction.v REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on