Post by Tyr on Oct 22, 2010 6:02:52 GMT -5
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Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
Damn winter. Damn its cold and its snow and particularly its lack of food. Presently Tyr is in a dark mood, his thick coat covered in a fine film of white from a steady and irritating drizzle of half-frozen water as if the sky couldn't make up its mind today, and his stomach is more than empty. His pace across the covered ground is brisk, having lost most of the feeling in his paws some time ago helped to keep up that soldier-like gait he was so used to, and his tail is held out rigid behind him just daring anything or any/one/ to get in his way. His face is set rigid and unyielding, betraying no emotion other than an intense distaste for the present circumstance and his ears dance between being flat on his head and upright at alert. He is on the move for one reason and one reason only: the hunt, and as time passes that desperate search turns into hours of unending fatigue and annoyance.
Living between the borders of other packs makes for slim pickings at the best of times. In the choke hold of winter, Anu is closer to starving than she'd like. There's no food here, and she's much too frightened to risk straying into Ute's lands. It's true she's endured colder days, but that doesn't make the bitter wind any more enjoyable. The shewolf returns to her brother after her own attempts to scrounge something to fill her belly. "There's nothing here," she growls, eyes squeezing shut as a gust pushes sleet into her face. "Unless you want a mouthful of snow." At this, she snorts. Pfah. She doesn't bother keeping her voice down, either. What is she going to scare away with the noise? Snowflakes?
He sees her coming and at first he doesn't even slow, let alone stop. He has a mission, damn it, and Anu's commentary about what he is already well aware of does nothing to lighten his mood. A thousand useless quips come to his tongue but he doesn't utter any of them, only lifting his lips in a brief and warning flash of teeth. He will gladly crisscross Ute's lands if it means bringing down a meal -- of course, their alpha male was open to an intrusion of such -- though Ute's spirit was not. It is a fine line but only after continuing on his forced march of hunger for a while does he turn, wholly expecting Anu to have followed him. He shakes out his coat irritatedly. "Y'could offer somethin' /useful/ one o'these days." Tyr wrinkles his nose and goes back to eying the bleak, gray horizon for signs of anything that isn't just snow.
"Oh, /I'm/ sorry. Let me just make game /appear out of thin air/. It's not my damn fault we're stuck on this empty land," Anu snarls. It's Tyr's, remember? She finds her own teeth flashing in reply to his, though it leaves her with a sense of unease. They're not supposed to fight anymore. Their 'truce' is only a few suns old, and it's fraying already. She finds herself wondering if this will even last through the winter. If they'll last, too. Her ears swivel halfheartedly, trying to locate the sound of tiny paws breaking through the snow. Just the wind. Sigh. She continues to march with her brother, painfully aware of her empty stomach.
Just because he knows that she will hate him for it, Tyr picks up his pace to a much faster one -- one they might use if they were actually on the trail of something and were going to catch up -- The irony is not lost on the dark wolf but he cannot manage to smile. Anu's words hit him hard and dig into his ears and they pin themselves in an effort to get away from the noise. It is always noise with her! Snort. "I ain't stuck no where," Tyr responds tartly, his tail swishing behind him, "an' you can leave whene'er y'want..." Like /that/ will happen. Sure, he said he didn't want to fight with Anu anymore either, but what else is there to do when you don't have any food and your only traveling companion has decided to make you more annoyed than you were to begin with? Huff. Again he puts on a short burst of speed, feeling his body protest but willing it into its own submission with a low growl. Just. GO.
Tyr's spurt of speed makes her heart leap. He's found something! She eagerly falls in behind him, her paws finding his tracks as easily as breathing. It becomes clear as she reaches out with her own senses that he hasn't found anything at all. So, what, this is a contest, now? To run until one of them collapses? It might be sooner than he thinks. Anu's starved muscles ache with each stride. Her breathing quickly becomes labored - her body has nothing to burn to give her the energy to run. That's not going to stop her for now, though. She's much too competitive for that. So, yes, she does hate him for this, but that doesn't mean she'll let him win.
Hmph. Just as he thought. Of course, were he in her position he'd have done the same thing. His head aches from all this but it is some time before, as the pair crests a hill, does he stop and take a look at the valley in front of them and the forest behind them. He can't even /see/ the mountains that should be there for all the cloud cover. His eyes squint both in irritation and because he can't see well in this half-snow. "Y'know," he barks out, turning on Anu very suddenly with yet another flash of front teeth, "Y'don't 'ave t'foller me. Y'can, y'know, live yer own damn life wit'out me." There. He said it, happy? She already knows too well that his paws will never, ever take him north again but that doesn't mean hers have to always fall in line behind him.
Anu skids to a sudden stop, kicking up snow in her attempt to avoid crashing into her brother. Again with the teeth! Her own fangs are revealed for a moment as she snaps, "I'm not like you, Tyr. I can't just wander off and carve myself a place between territories, knowing that my survival depends on everyone maintaining their borders. I can't just... join up with a pack, and I can't go home. Frankly, brother, I'm going to die no matter what I choose. What kind of life is left for me now but a solitary one? I may hate you, but it's better than being totally alone." Her voice is still a little raspy after his teeth clamped onto her throat, and it becomes especially pronounced during such a lengthy speech. She clears her throat, shifting her aching paws in the snow.
Thud. Tyr hadn't expected a tirade and when he gets one he roughly sits back in the snow, ignoring the cold and wet sensation seeping into his fur. Frustration is still clear on his face but there is a momentary flash of uncertainty, maybe even guilt, particularly when his sister's voice becomes rough, enough that it even makes him uncomfortable. But her brother harumphs and sniffs once or twice, trying to look indifferent again. "Why're yer so keen t'die, Anu?" he asks, genuinely curious. "Yer think it'd be easy t'do that? S'harder t'die than ter keep yerself alive. 'Sides... didn't y'never want pups, or nothin'?" Tyr's speech is awkward and halting, as though he doesn't really want to be saying these things anymore than he wanted to fight with her those days before.
Harder to die? "Not in this winter, it isn't," she mutters, kicking up some snow with her fore paw. As for pups, she outright laughs, though the throbbing in her throat cuts it short. "No, Tyr, I don't see that happening. Successful alphas mate, and I'm not going to be one of those anytime soon." She looks a little guilty for sounding so self-pitying, and quickly adds, "Besides, I'm as motherly as that rock over there." To illustrate, she nods at a snowy lump in the snow. That one. Right there. It's so strange, having this - or any - conversation with her brother. They haven't done anything like this...ever.
"I ain't no alpha," Tyr responds matter-of-factly, "an' I know I'm gonna' have a son 'er two 'er three, mebbe four." Her brother finds himself chuckling despite himself, anger fading at the idea of having a troupe of mini-Tyr's following around causing a reign of havoc and terror. Ah, yes. But that is only a momentary lapse in attention and he shakes his head. He's supposed to be angry. But the wolf is finding that harder and harder to hold on to, and while he is still upset about their lack of food he feels something else building in his chest that he is not used to. Pity? Guilt? Compassion?! Tyr sighs, "I 'ope yer don' really think that of yerself, Anu."
The shewolf snorts. Four sons? Tyr has always been a bit of a dreamer, she supposes. "To get all those pups, you'll need someone to find you tolerable enough to spend time with you, you know," she digs, stretching her tired muscles. As for herself, well. Anu shrugs. Her gaze drifts over the snow as she searches for something else to say. Her rumbling belly doesn't make for very interesting conversation, after all. Suddenly, her body tenses. The snowy lump she had assumed was a rock just quivered. It's not her imagination. Now that she's looking- really looking - she can identify a hare. Its white coat makes it almost impossible to see, and the wind is in /just/ the right direction to mask it. The creature must have been sitting absolutely still for several minutes, trapped by two wolves that decided to stop for a chat. Her eyes lock onto the hare's as she takes tentative steps forward, not daring to bolt until it does.
Tyr snickers, his ears alternately relaxing and standing at attention as he considers himself quite the roguish catch, at least, to the right lady who comes along. Obviously his sister is not that lady and will never be, thankfully. That would be strange. And a whole host of other things. He stills only half a moment after Anu, his eyes narrowing at her sudden posture. He follows her gaze, the subtle tilt of her head and eyes to one side causes him to do the same and there is a sparkle of recognition at the hare's bare movement. "Anu," he murmurs, feeling his fur slowly rise in excitement that he tries desperately to contain. She saw it first and that means it's her hunt.
Tyr goes unanswered. In fact, she barely hears him. All her attention is on the quivering meal in front of her. She's almost within snapping distance when the hare bolts - or tries to. In the blink of an eye, Anu darts forward and catches its neck between her jaws. Another instant passes, and it hangs limply from her mouth. Warm blood floods into her maw. The shewolf savors the sensation for a moment before turning back to her brother. She gazes at him unwaveringly, knowing he's just as hungry as she is. After a heartbeat of hesitation, she sets the still-warm body down in the snow and licks the blood from her muzzle. "We'll share it," she says decisively. Sharing has never been her strong suit, but neither has peace. It seems she's giving both concepts a chance today. Decree given, she stoops and rips herself the first wonderful mouthful. She doesn't stand aggressively over it, though, as she normally would. Instead she steps back as she quickly bolts down the morsel.
Tyr's stiff forelegs twitch instantly as the hare moves but Anu was more ready than he and in a better position to make the kill. The hare's startled and strangled cry echos on the high hills and Anu's brother shivers with the delight of it. Of course, he hadn't expected her to share anything and wasn't about to try to take it from her, either. His eyes widen a little at the offer and he only nods, slightly stunned, though at first all he does is watch her take that first delectable bite. His stomach protests his inaction but only after some time has passed does he stand and take only a minuscule portion of the kill, savoring that warmth on his tongue but then he takes no more of it. "Thanks." As if to say that's all he is going to have and maybe it is just that. "Well done," he burrs deeply in congratulations.
"And you said I'm not useful," she replies, kicking snow at him before gobbling down more meat. Hey, she offered. If Tyr isn't going to take advantage or that, she's not going to tell him twice. The snow is starting to turn pink from the blood seeping into it. Part of her is tempted to eat that, too, but for now she sticks to the kill. The shewolf still allows her brother ample room and opportunity to eat, should he change his mind. It's not like meals are easy to come by here.
There's not much but there's only so much his willpower can take and, frankly, he's just about had enough of sticking it out and being stubborn about it. With a light snort mixed with a laugh, the male stands and digs his teeth into one of the thicker hind legs, greedily crunching into the bone and licking what little marrow is in there. There is a peaceable silence for a while between them and it is both comforting and highly strange. "Wot's wrong wit' four sons, eh?" he mumbles around a bite, glancing up at his sister through those dark eyes.
"What's wrong with four daughters?" Anu shoots back, lazily cleaning blood from her fur. True, it's not much of a meal, but it's more than they've had in a while. And certainly better than nothing. Throwing herself down in the snow, she cleans her now pink paws, dislodging ice and blood alike. "Females aren't /so/ bad," she adds, swiping at her face with a foreleg. After a moment of carefully studying the hare's remains, she pulls out a bone for herself, happy to gnaw away at it, stripping everything she can.
"I ain't said nothin's wrong wit'em. Yer the one that said I ain't gonna' get m'sons... er, whatever y'said," Tyr quips back though his tone is not as harsh and sharp as their previous discussion. He gnaws at one of his forepaws for the time being, pondering four daughters versus four sons, and around that task he mumbles through his own fur, "Weeeeeell, boys'll be, y'know, strappin' young thins jest like me. I don't know what m'gal's gonna' look like so I can't very well arsk fer pretty daughters iff'n I don't know what their pretty's gonner look like. Not that they can't 'unt 'er nothin'." At that he grins and shakes out his pelt. Ah, the thought of his own female... sigh.
Anu just shakes her head. "You dream even when you're awake," she snorts, digging idly in the snow to make a little wind-break for herself. It's useless, though. The snow isn't firm enough to stay as a wall. Eventually, she's coated in the powder. Sigh. "How are you ever going to find a mother for your pups if your head's in the stars, mm?" She traps the bone she retrieved between her forepaws, holding it carefully in place so she can snap it in two. Much better. Her tail swishes happily, pushing more snow from side to side.
Tyr shrugs, a simple and short gesture, and immediately after he approaches Anu and flops down next to his sister, stirring up a cloud of snow though with where they're at at the moment he's left her on the lee side, breaking a bit of the chill wind that blows down on them. He shuffles for a little while, grunting and snuffling, and eventually settles as he leans against his sister's side. "Who's t'say she ain't up in the stars 'erself, aye?" That profound Tyr-ism said, the male tucks his muzzle underneath one fore limb and smooths his tail against his side. He'll wait here for a while and then soon will be on the move again to wherever his paws end up bringing him.
Anu can't help but bristle as her brother presses close - it's reflex. She relaxes after a moment, though, remembering their truce. "Good point," she mumbles, curling up herself. Tyr's warmth is definitely welcome with the wind biting at them like this. She snuggles up close, trying not to feel childish for doing so. He's lending her heat and she's lending him some as well. She's not simply taking from him. It's not grounds for a fight. Reassured, she relaxes once more, as cozy and comfortable as possible.
Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
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Damn winter. Damn its cold and its snow and particularly its lack of food. Presently Tyr is in a dark mood, his thick coat covered in a fine film of white from a steady and irritating drizzle of half-frozen water as if the sky couldn't make up its mind today, and his stomach is more than empty. His pace across the covered ground is brisk, having lost most of the feeling in his paws some time ago helped to keep up that soldier-like gait he was so used to, and his tail is held out rigid behind him just daring anything or any/one/ to get in his way. His face is set rigid and unyielding, betraying no emotion other than an intense distaste for the present circumstance and his ears dance between being flat on his head and upright at alert. He is on the move for one reason and one reason only: the hunt, and as time passes that desperate search turns into hours of unending fatigue and annoyance.
Living between the borders of other packs makes for slim pickings at the best of times. In the choke hold of winter, Anu is closer to starving than she'd like. There's no food here, and she's much too frightened to risk straying into Ute's lands. It's true she's endured colder days, but that doesn't make the bitter wind any more enjoyable. The shewolf returns to her brother after her own attempts to scrounge something to fill her belly. "There's nothing here," she growls, eyes squeezing shut as a gust pushes sleet into her face. "Unless you want a mouthful of snow." At this, she snorts. Pfah. She doesn't bother keeping her voice down, either. What is she going to scare away with the noise? Snowflakes?
He sees her coming and at first he doesn't even slow, let alone stop. He has a mission, damn it, and Anu's commentary about what he is already well aware of does nothing to lighten his mood. A thousand useless quips come to his tongue but he doesn't utter any of them, only lifting his lips in a brief and warning flash of teeth. He will gladly crisscross Ute's lands if it means bringing down a meal -- of course, their alpha male was open to an intrusion of such -- though Ute's spirit was not. It is a fine line but only after continuing on his forced march of hunger for a while does he turn, wholly expecting Anu to have followed him. He shakes out his coat irritatedly. "Y'could offer somethin' /useful/ one o'these days." Tyr wrinkles his nose and goes back to eying the bleak, gray horizon for signs of anything that isn't just snow.
"Oh, /I'm/ sorry. Let me just make game /appear out of thin air/. It's not my damn fault we're stuck on this empty land," Anu snarls. It's Tyr's, remember? She finds her own teeth flashing in reply to his, though it leaves her with a sense of unease. They're not supposed to fight anymore. Their 'truce' is only a few suns old, and it's fraying already. She finds herself wondering if this will even last through the winter. If they'll last, too. Her ears swivel halfheartedly, trying to locate the sound of tiny paws breaking through the snow. Just the wind. Sigh. She continues to march with her brother, painfully aware of her empty stomach.
Just because he knows that she will hate him for it, Tyr picks up his pace to a much faster one -- one they might use if they were actually on the trail of something and were going to catch up -- The irony is not lost on the dark wolf but he cannot manage to smile. Anu's words hit him hard and dig into his ears and they pin themselves in an effort to get away from the noise. It is always noise with her! Snort. "I ain't stuck no where," Tyr responds tartly, his tail swishing behind him, "an' you can leave whene'er y'want..." Like /that/ will happen. Sure, he said he didn't want to fight with Anu anymore either, but what else is there to do when you don't have any food and your only traveling companion has decided to make you more annoyed than you were to begin with? Huff. Again he puts on a short burst of speed, feeling his body protest but willing it into its own submission with a low growl. Just. GO.
Tyr's spurt of speed makes her heart leap. He's found something! She eagerly falls in behind him, her paws finding his tracks as easily as breathing. It becomes clear as she reaches out with her own senses that he hasn't found anything at all. So, what, this is a contest, now? To run until one of them collapses? It might be sooner than he thinks. Anu's starved muscles ache with each stride. Her breathing quickly becomes labored - her body has nothing to burn to give her the energy to run. That's not going to stop her for now, though. She's much too competitive for that. So, yes, she does hate him for this, but that doesn't mean she'll let him win.
Hmph. Just as he thought. Of course, were he in her position he'd have done the same thing. His head aches from all this but it is some time before, as the pair crests a hill, does he stop and take a look at the valley in front of them and the forest behind them. He can't even /see/ the mountains that should be there for all the cloud cover. His eyes squint both in irritation and because he can't see well in this half-snow. "Y'know," he barks out, turning on Anu very suddenly with yet another flash of front teeth, "Y'don't 'ave t'foller me. Y'can, y'know, live yer own damn life wit'out me." There. He said it, happy? She already knows too well that his paws will never, ever take him north again but that doesn't mean hers have to always fall in line behind him.
Anu skids to a sudden stop, kicking up snow in her attempt to avoid crashing into her brother. Again with the teeth! Her own fangs are revealed for a moment as she snaps, "I'm not like you, Tyr. I can't just wander off and carve myself a place between territories, knowing that my survival depends on everyone maintaining their borders. I can't just... join up with a pack, and I can't go home. Frankly, brother, I'm going to die no matter what I choose. What kind of life is left for me now but a solitary one? I may hate you, but it's better than being totally alone." Her voice is still a little raspy after his teeth clamped onto her throat, and it becomes especially pronounced during such a lengthy speech. She clears her throat, shifting her aching paws in the snow.
Thud. Tyr hadn't expected a tirade and when he gets one he roughly sits back in the snow, ignoring the cold and wet sensation seeping into his fur. Frustration is still clear on his face but there is a momentary flash of uncertainty, maybe even guilt, particularly when his sister's voice becomes rough, enough that it even makes him uncomfortable. But her brother harumphs and sniffs once or twice, trying to look indifferent again. "Why're yer so keen t'die, Anu?" he asks, genuinely curious. "Yer think it'd be easy t'do that? S'harder t'die than ter keep yerself alive. 'Sides... didn't y'never want pups, or nothin'?" Tyr's speech is awkward and halting, as though he doesn't really want to be saying these things anymore than he wanted to fight with her those days before.
Harder to die? "Not in this winter, it isn't," she mutters, kicking up some snow with her fore paw. As for pups, she outright laughs, though the throbbing in her throat cuts it short. "No, Tyr, I don't see that happening. Successful alphas mate, and I'm not going to be one of those anytime soon." She looks a little guilty for sounding so self-pitying, and quickly adds, "Besides, I'm as motherly as that rock over there." To illustrate, she nods at a snowy lump in the snow. That one. Right there. It's so strange, having this - or any - conversation with her brother. They haven't done anything like this...ever.
"I ain't no alpha," Tyr responds matter-of-factly, "an' I know I'm gonna' have a son 'er two 'er three, mebbe four." Her brother finds himself chuckling despite himself, anger fading at the idea of having a troupe of mini-Tyr's following around causing a reign of havoc and terror. Ah, yes. But that is only a momentary lapse in attention and he shakes his head. He's supposed to be angry. But the wolf is finding that harder and harder to hold on to, and while he is still upset about their lack of food he feels something else building in his chest that he is not used to. Pity? Guilt? Compassion?! Tyr sighs, "I 'ope yer don' really think that of yerself, Anu."
The shewolf snorts. Four sons? Tyr has always been a bit of a dreamer, she supposes. "To get all those pups, you'll need someone to find you tolerable enough to spend time with you, you know," she digs, stretching her tired muscles. As for herself, well. Anu shrugs. Her gaze drifts over the snow as she searches for something else to say. Her rumbling belly doesn't make for very interesting conversation, after all. Suddenly, her body tenses. The snowy lump she had assumed was a rock just quivered. It's not her imagination. Now that she's looking- really looking - she can identify a hare. Its white coat makes it almost impossible to see, and the wind is in /just/ the right direction to mask it. The creature must have been sitting absolutely still for several minutes, trapped by two wolves that decided to stop for a chat. Her eyes lock onto the hare's as she takes tentative steps forward, not daring to bolt until it does.
Tyr snickers, his ears alternately relaxing and standing at attention as he considers himself quite the roguish catch, at least, to the right lady who comes along. Obviously his sister is not that lady and will never be, thankfully. That would be strange. And a whole host of other things. He stills only half a moment after Anu, his eyes narrowing at her sudden posture. He follows her gaze, the subtle tilt of her head and eyes to one side causes him to do the same and there is a sparkle of recognition at the hare's bare movement. "Anu," he murmurs, feeling his fur slowly rise in excitement that he tries desperately to contain. She saw it first and that means it's her hunt.
Tyr goes unanswered. In fact, she barely hears him. All her attention is on the quivering meal in front of her. She's almost within snapping distance when the hare bolts - or tries to. In the blink of an eye, Anu darts forward and catches its neck between her jaws. Another instant passes, and it hangs limply from her mouth. Warm blood floods into her maw. The shewolf savors the sensation for a moment before turning back to her brother. She gazes at him unwaveringly, knowing he's just as hungry as she is. After a heartbeat of hesitation, she sets the still-warm body down in the snow and licks the blood from her muzzle. "We'll share it," she says decisively. Sharing has never been her strong suit, but neither has peace. It seems she's giving both concepts a chance today. Decree given, she stoops and rips herself the first wonderful mouthful. She doesn't stand aggressively over it, though, as she normally would. Instead she steps back as she quickly bolts down the morsel.
Tyr's stiff forelegs twitch instantly as the hare moves but Anu was more ready than he and in a better position to make the kill. The hare's startled and strangled cry echos on the high hills and Anu's brother shivers with the delight of it. Of course, he hadn't expected her to share anything and wasn't about to try to take it from her, either. His eyes widen a little at the offer and he only nods, slightly stunned, though at first all he does is watch her take that first delectable bite. His stomach protests his inaction but only after some time has passed does he stand and take only a minuscule portion of the kill, savoring that warmth on his tongue but then he takes no more of it. "Thanks." As if to say that's all he is going to have and maybe it is just that. "Well done," he burrs deeply in congratulations.
"And you said I'm not useful," she replies, kicking snow at him before gobbling down more meat. Hey, she offered. If Tyr isn't going to take advantage or that, she's not going to tell him twice. The snow is starting to turn pink from the blood seeping into it. Part of her is tempted to eat that, too, but for now she sticks to the kill. The shewolf still allows her brother ample room and opportunity to eat, should he change his mind. It's not like meals are easy to come by here.
There's not much but there's only so much his willpower can take and, frankly, he's just about had enough of sticking it out and being stubborn about it. With a light snort mixed with a laugh, the male stands and digs his teeth into one of the thicker hind legs, greedily crunching into the bone and licking what little marrow is in there. There is a peaceable silence for a while between them and it is both comforting and highly strange. "Wot's wrong wit' four sons, eh?" he mumbles around a bite, glancing up at his sister through those dark eyes.
"What's wrong with four daughters?" Anu shoots back, lazily cleaning blood from her fur. True, it's not much of a meal, but it's more than they've had in a while. And certainly better than nothing. Throwing herself down in the snow, she cleans her now pink paws, dislodging ice and blood alike. "Females aren't /so/ bad," she adds, swiping at her face with a foreleg. After a moment of carefully studying the hare's remains, she pulls out a bone for herself, happy to gnaw away at it, stripping everything she can.
"I ain't said nothin's wrong wit'em. Yer the one that said I ain't gonna' get m'sons... er, whatever y'said," Tyr quips back though his tone is not as harsh and sharp as their previous discussion. He gnaws at one of his forepaws for the time being, pondering four daughters versus four sons, and around that task he mumbles through his own fur, "Weeeeeell, boys'll be, y'know, strappin' young thins jest like me. I don't know what m'gal's gonna' look like so I can't very well arsk fer pretty daughters iff'n I don't know what their pretty's gonner look like. Not that they can't 'unt 'er nothin'." At that he grins and shakes out his pelt. Ah, the thought of his own female... sigh.
Anu just shakes her head. "You dream even when you're awake," she snorts, digging idly in the snow to make a little wind-break for herself. It's useless, though. The snow isn't firm enough to stay as a wall. Eventually, she's coated in the powder. Sigh. "How are you ever going to find a mother for your pups if your head's in the stars, mm?" She traps the bone she retrieved between her forepaws, holding it carefully in place so she can snap it in two. Much better. Her tail swishes happily, pushing more snow from side to side.
Tyr shrugs, a simple and short gesture, and immediately after he approaches Anu and flops down next to his sister, stirring up a cloud of snow though with where they're at at the moment he's left her on the lee side, breaking a bit of the chill wind that blows down on them. He shuffles for a little while, grunting and snuffling, and eventually settles as he leans against his sister's side. "Who's t'say she ain't up in the stars 'erself, aye?" That profound Tyr-ism said, the male tucks his muzzle underneath one fore limb and smooths his tail against his side. He'll wait here for a while and then soon will be on the move again to wherever his paws end up bringing him.
Anu can't help but bristle as her brother presses close - it's reflex. She relaxes after a moment, though, remembering their truce. "Good point," she mumbles, curling up herself. Tyr's warmth is definitely welcome with the wind biting at them like this. She snuggles up close, trying not to feel childish for doing so. He's lending her heat and she's lending him some as well. She's not simply taking from him. It's not grounds for a fight. Reassured, she relaxes once more, as cozy and comfortable as possible.