The young girl remembered strolling along the shore in the early dawn when she was a pup. She recalled the game she would play with the water, pelting away from the incoming tide with shrieks and laughter. Her paws inched closer to the water, waiting for that cold feeling to immerse her feet. A mismatched gaze stared at the tide that had swallowed her paws. How odd, she didn't run from it or start kicking it, she just stood there. She found it almost pointless. Did she once find enjoyment in standing and waiting for the ocean to come to her? The water retreated, leaving alabaster paws stained with mud-like sand. She lifted a paw up, examining it with a glare. One thing was for certain, she would always hold annoyance towards any imperfection in her fur all because of an incident she barely remembered.
She kept her distance from the shore, trekking at a leisurely pace. Her paws sunk in the moist sand, indicating she was travelling a too slow of a pace. She bolted into a smooth run, narrowed eyes fixed on the infinite sand before her. Paws lightly brushed the ground like she was delicately flying. With every stride she took she wanted to race faster and swifter. Fur danced gracefully in the breeze as her worries slipped away effortlessly. She didn't even have to think. All she had to concentrate on was the pulsing excitement rushing inside of her and the soaring feeling of freedom.
Hecate had hummed a calming tune to herself as she looked through the trees surrounding the bay for berries or something edible as she could barely catch a scrawny mouse for herself when it comes to meat. She would stick her snout to the plants, trying to determine if they were poisonous or not. A flash of white flew in front of her as she was sniffing some blackberries that made her jump out of her skin. She shot back, hitting her butt against the tree which made her fall to the ground. That hurt. The young woman who was like a pup scolded herself briefly for hurting herself before she dived into a bush to hide from the mysterious white figure.
She wanted to gaze upon the open shore behind her and marvel at the long distance she had sprinted for. Her chin would tilt slightly to her right as she continued her dash, eyes briefly gazing upon the sand which was flecked with paw-prints. In the corner of her multicoloured vision, she would find a fallen figure beside the bushes. What was it? Perhaps she was travelling too fast to see. Her pace would unfortunately slow as delicate paws came to a smooth halt, twisting her body to get a better view of the figure. It seemed to be a wolf, collapsed and hurt. She had not seen this wolf during her run, or again, she might have been too fast to see. Nevertheless, being the compassionate soul she was, the girl would attend to the stranger.
"Are you alright, miss?" Gentle and concerned lyrics slipped from her lips as she swiftly approached the unfamiliar female.
The strange white creature that had frightened her out of her fur decided to turn around and pace back to where Hecate was trying to hide. Her eyes were wide as she came face to face with another wolf who was asking if she was alright. "I-I'm f-fi-fine." The words were stuttered out as she backed up, her tail curling around her side in the process. She looked up, the same timid and afraid look covered her eyes. She gulped as she turned and started to walk away, hoping not to be stopped though she knew that she probably would be. Most wolves did stop her and asked her questions with the exception of Sorrel and even then he had come back and patched up her cut shoulder, which was much better now.
The strange timid wolf was trying her best to remain cool, calm and collected but she was failing pretty miserably.
The earthen female responded that she was alright, although she spoke quite shakily. Mismatched eyes curiously stared into a bronze gaze. Her shy fearful expression stuck in her mind. Was she afraid of her? Why? Hoping to assure her she was no threat, the stranger turned her body and began to walk away. Varda's head drooped miserably while her mind twisted with confusion and blame. Was she the one who had somehow tripped the woman over? Had she hurt or invaded her privacy? She hadn't meant to, however she found it best not to ask for the reason. In fact, she wouldn't ask any questions.
"Oh," Words rolled out in a low mumble, almost a whisper. She tried not to sound disappointed by her leave, hoping they could form a friendly acquaintanceship. "If you need your space, I can respect that."
It didn't seem likely she would turn around now, even if she secretly hoped that would be the outcome.
