A hunting we will go
10-15-2013, 12:18 AM
It had only been a few days, a week maybe when she was graced with finding someone that was a dime a dozen. If she had continued to slumber in the silvering grass she might has wasted away, and now she was feeling much more alive. Emotions were still running on a repented path of destruction, instead of feeling the air of constant fear she was starting to find the reason everyone in her pack seemed to look so relaxed when they were not antagonizing her. Relaxation was something she found to be something to revel in but she still could not get use to not having to be on edge. Her mind was working on overdrive, finding it difficult to even sleep when this newly found companion of hers was away.
The feeling of eyes was a constant state of paranoia; echoes from the crypt seemed to be a perfect way to make her hairs perked up on her spine. The thought made her shake from head to toe as she wandered away from the place she was told not to move from. A strange feeling seemed to take a hold of her mind, she felt as if she was disobeying and that was something she could not shake away from her mind. It bounced around as she collected a few ingredients to start an old collection she once had in her old pack, but as her newly made basket like creation started to bend under the grasses and herbs she collect that she realized that she was lost.
For a moment the child gentle placed the large orange-colored leaf next to her pale colored paws, looking down at the her collection. A shiver racked her spine as fear began to saturate her skin like an old embrace, how was she going to find her way back to the place she was suppose to call home. A gentle whimper escaped her lips before she gentle mouthed the wooden handle of her basket.
It was not until a sudden bark of pain rang out that she moved once more, though it caused her to jump out of her skin. It was followed by a strange sound of a dying creature but that did not stop her feet from moving quickly to the location of the bark. When her paws stopped she was left in the face of the one she wanted to find and yet her ears fell flat on her skull and her air of submission was regained as she lowered her head with a slow approach. A gentle whine came from her lips as she finally stopped on the other side of his newly prized possession, hoping that she would not be in trouble for wandering out alone on a day that was already in the process of ending. Please let this not be a time she would be in trouble, a time where she would not be in pain the thought of old habit not yet dead.