Traveled long and far
Nimue huffed as she slowly made her way through the world. She was tired, beaten, and totally broken at this point. She had traveled far, but she wasn't sure for how long she'd been on the move. Her black and silver coat was mangled and matted from neglect. Nimue was sure she looked like a rabid dog; she didn't care.
Paws brought her to the very edge of a mangrove swamp. She'd never seen anything like it in her travels. Her nose quivered and she sniffed around and slowly sank to her haunches. This was it, she needed to relax. Nimue was weary. Her eyes slid closed, her ears still stood at attention. Maybe just a little nap, she thought. She hadn't eaten in over a week. Thankfully her coat was thick, surprisingly, as her ribs and hips would be easily noticeable. Nimue was also what you wouldn't call a great hunter; her family was only able to teach her the very basics before she had to...run. At the thought of her family, her eyes snapped back open and surveyed the landscape before her. No sign of anyone, but she could smell that wolves had been there. Possibly, were always there.
She was uncomfortable. The girl refused to lay down, even if her body told her she needed to. This was a strange land with strange smells and there was no way she would stop being alert. Who know? For as she could know, this was an awful place exactly like the one she just left. Her small heart pattered in her chest. Her anxiety was climbing at her thoughts, she knew she was being way too silly. There was no way there was a place as awful as her 'home'.
Her eyes looked around again, taken in the strange new place. Was this it? Was this the right place for her and will this pack safe? |