[color=7ea7d8][center]Sasha – Skoll[/center]
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As the falling snow came to rest on her quiet body, Sasha sank into something like a trance. Her thoughts wafted on a warmer breeze than that which passed over her, tugging wayward locks away from her angular face. Her breathing deepened, slipping past slightly parted lips to fog the air above her face. She debated going back to the house and grabbing Charles, but Sasha knew she'd have to talk with Markus eventually, and putting it off wouldn't do. It was best to know where they stood, she figured. 

The air currents seemed to shift, causing Sasha to resurface to full awareness. With blurring speed, Sasha lifted off the ground and spun, planting hands and feet into the snow. She faced the strange wolf in homid form, but the innate alpha quality of her character emanated from her posture and the aggressive way she stared at the other. Several moments passed before Sasha truly saw the state of the other wolf's health as well as the submissive posturing. 

Curious, Sasha relaxed into a more comfortable position and settled her hands on her knees to show a lack of threat. 

[color=7ea7d8]“Hullo there,” [/color]she murmured easily, contralto voice lowered so as to not startle the other. She focused her concentration on the mind of the other, uncertain if she could communicate with a wolf outside her own pack. Brow knitting and head tilting slightly to the side, Sasha placed considerable force behind the thought she aimed at the other werewolf. 

[color=7ea7d8][i]Do you need help?[/i][/color]