wears down my bones but they're not broken
Briefly her fur bristled, her hackles raised and her tail flickered, as she thought he might be some ridiculously stray ursur. But he was not, that much was evident when she saw him clearly, tuskless and smaller. And then he spoke to her, an attuned, one that she had not met. It was always nice, meeting others like her. Shifters, especially the predator kind. She'd met so many little things, fucking birds. It was the hunters like him that she felt akin.
The leopardess snarled, but not a warning so much as a grumble, Every minute of my life is a fucking winter stroll. Surely he wouldn't know what she meant, that she was cursed to be trapped in icy skin for who knew how long, but it felt nice to say. Suffering through the cold had made her snippier too, But yes you could say that. And what about you, polar bear.
The leopardess snarled, but not a warning so much as a grumble, Every minute of my life is a fucking winter stroll. Surely he wouldn't know what she meant, that she was cursed to be trapped in icy skin for who knew how long, but it felt nice to say. Suffering through the cold had made her snippier too, But yes you could say that. And what about you, polar bear.
AISHA
