Flowers and Foreigners
11-23-2013, 11:40 AM
The maned wolf was enjoying her exploring, though she was running out o interesting places to investigate. Winter was not even close to being over, and she was starting to wish she had stayed home, because she felt trapped in these eastern lands with almost no friends and nothing to do but eat and sleep and help the occasional distressed wolf. A sigh escaped her dainty muzzle, and she plopped down on the ground at the basin of this immense waterfall. It was beautiful, but she was in too much of a funk to check it out. She stared into the large pool, comparing her own face to that of the natural predators of this region. Her ivory lined audits were too large, her ebony stained muzzle too short and thin. She didn't even want to think about the rest of her compared to the sleek, compact forms of her fellow predators within the region. Where was summer? Why was it hiding from her? She lifted her lips in disdain, revealing her formidable pearl razors. Standing up, she forced herself to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Leaping from the ground to the next pool from a breakaway of the main falls, she continued upwards in the same manner until she reached the top. The biggest course of falling water had the deepest pool, about ten feet deep halfway down the falls. A grin split her lips and she backed up to where she couldn't anymore, then lunged forwards, tearing up the ground until she reached the edge of the waterfall, and leapt. Her voice escaped her mouth a cry of joy until she was engulfed by the water, a massive splash the result of her fun and games. She swam about underwater, cooling herself from the exertion of doing such a thing when it was so hot. Speech, |