The Tale of Frozen Bloodfang
Thick Snowfall crouched low on the ice, the cold wind flowing through her silver fur. Her yellow eyes locked on her prey; a reindeer. It had its’ head bent down, drinking from a hole in the ice. She narrowed her eyes in focus, glancing to her side at her hunting partner, Sparkling Frozensnow.
The reindeer was completely oblivious. The two females nodded at each other, and charged toward their prey. The deer jolted its’ head up when it heard their growls, but it didn’t have time to escape. Snowfall sunk her teeth into its’ neck while Frozensnow attacked it from the rear. The creature let out a cry, and fell to the ground. Snowfall held it down while it bled on the ice until it stopped struggling. She and Sparkling Frozensnow exchanged a satisfied and triumphant look, and proceeded to lug their kill back to the pack grounds.
Once they brought their prey back and placed it near the prey pile, they received praise from one of the higher ranking pack members, and proceeded to enjoy some of the reindeer.
“That was a great hunt, Snowfall.” Said Sparkling Frozensnow, in her unusually soft voice; most Tundrus Titans had rough, deep voices like Snowfall did.
“Yeah.” she agreed, taking a bite of the leg they had ripped off of the deer. Snowfall looked up as she saw her brother, Beating Pigeonwing, approached them. She nodded at him to sit down, and he did.
Now let author explain something; yes, there are pigeons in the frozen wasteland the Titans call home. Though they are all white, and are normally addressed as “the Aurora’s Children.”They are called so due to the colors that shimmer through their feathers, much resembling an aurora, and it is forbidden to kill one.
Though it was odd that Pigeon was named as he was; he was brown.
“Hello, Beating Pigeonwing!” Sparkling Frozensnow greeted him cheerfully.
“Hello!” Pigeon greeted her back, in his also unusually softer voice- though Thick Snowfall wouldn’t exactly call it ‘soft’, but more ’high-pitched.’
Thick Snowfall gave her brother a small smile, and looked over her right shoulder at a snow hill near them. She frowned when she saw Brown Tailstripe watching them. What was it with him? He always seemed to be staring at her, and it made her uncomfortable. Though she supposed it was normal, he was a high ranking titan, and it was part of his job to keep everything organized in the pack, but still…
“Snowfall?” she turned her head when her name was mentioned.
“Hm?” she replied.
“Oh, nothing, just making sure you were still, y’know, ‘here.’” Her friend replied, and then giggled.
Snowfall laughed slightly, then jumped a bit as something shook the ground. She whipped her head around to the prey pile to see that an old friend of hers, Frozen Bloodfang, had just lugged back a walrus; along with Dark Blacklight and Dimmed Jaywing.
“Whoa!!” Beating Pigeonwing exclaimed, running over to see, and she and Frozensnow did the same.
“Ha ha!!” Dark Blacklight boasted, spreading his unusually white wings; Dark Blacklight was a black titan, and it was incredibly rare to have wings of a different color other than the pelt.
Dimmed Jaywing had a smug expression on, gladly accepting praise from the pack members and his best friend; Brown Tailstripe.
And Frozen Bloodfang had his normal half-frown half-stoic expression on, simply nodding in thanks to the praise he received from his packmates. Thick Snowfall had to admit; Fang was a strange wolf, with an unusual personality- if he even had one at all. He followed the rules, though stayed out of things he didn’t want to get involved in. He was pleasant to talk to, though hard to start much of a conversation with. Yes, very strange indeed.
He spent most of his time alone, when he wasn’t visiting his mother, avoiding his sister, or talking to Snowfall and her brother. But the author is going to stop her right there; this isn’t about Fang (yet).
Normally, having their catch put to shame would annoy a Tundrus Titan quite a bit, but not Thick Snowfall. She just wanted her pack to be fed, and so did Bloodfang. That was why he was just simply and kindly accepting praise, unlike his companions who boasted about it until their long saber fangs fell out.
She walked up to Frozen Bloodfang and poked his wing with her nose. “Good work.” she congratulated him, and he nodded in thanks.
Later that night, Thick Snowfall decided that she’d look up at the stars for a while before bed. It helped to clear her mind before a night’s sleep.
She let out a content breath, and let the breeze flow through her pelt. She looked down from the hill she was sitting on and saw Frozen Bloodfang walking towards a different hill. Snowfall tilted her head, but shrugged it off and walked down the hill and back to her den.
Yes, what an odd titan Frozen Bloodfang was indeed…