takin a stroll
all lirim welcome
06-11-2019, 09:16 PM
Rags was still getting used to the place that was, she supposed, "home." Although she didn't appreciate her wet welcome, their lands were actually quite nice. Beyond the pond was a verdant valley absolutely filled with life. Everywhere she looked birds chirped, prey scurried, and everything was green, green, green. It wasn't such a bad life, if the alpha hadn't put a target on her back. Rags was a little frustrated - just because she was a bit clumsy (and willful, she conceded) didn't mean that she should be subject to... whatever a Girvin was. Since she wasn't allowed to leave the pack lands, she was taking a long, loping stroll around the perimeter, making sure she acquainted herself with the boundaries. Large herbivores were crowding towards the shores of the lake, so she gave the area a wide berth. Rags wasn't a good hunter, and she didn't quite feel up to tussling with the business end of a bison. How could she prove to the Lirim that she was more than a gutless intruder? Her skills were of the softer side - the poor girl wasn't a fighter, hunter, or healer. Rags ruminated on the problem at home as she ambled along at a slow pace. "Speech" Think |
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