Freedom!
08-29-2015, 11:49 PM
Walk | Talk | Think As the cold finally reached beneath her coat, Gale shivered once but otherwise remained still upon the sands. Each breath was drawn in full and deep, but as she kept at it breathing became easier on her and her body began to feel less strained. She guessed that it would take longer than another minute for her legs to stop feeling like fragile flower stalks, but that was alright. They had managed to get her here, across a stretch of the ocean and to her destination on this new, unexplored island. There was a definite sense of triumph that came from making the journey, and in a moment the grey and lavender wolf was going to take a second to peer back over her shoulders to admire the distance she had swam, but for now laying sprawled on the shoreline was perfectly fine with her. And it would have continued to be so if not for the sounds of softly approaching footfalls in the sand. The Elementas girl's ears perked the second she caught the noise, and a second later her gaze followed, shifting her eyes to the side in a vain attempt to peer sidelong at whoever might have been coming her way without completely turning her head to give away that she had heard them. Who was it? Was the island inhabited? Could she possibly be trespassing? Suddenly nervous, the thought of pretending that she had not noticed the other approaching her seemed less desirable than did facing whoever might have been making their way to intercept her there on the beach. Quickly Gale lifted her head, turning it in the same motion to stare toward the mostly dark colored wolf who had stopped and continued to look her way. For a second, she studied him in silence, guessing immediately that this was no native to the island. She hardly suspected he would be looking at her with that expression of uncertainty if this was his home. No, perhaps he was only another explorer, and now that she looked him over more closely she suspected that was true. He looked to have just emerged from the ocean as well. Relieved over not trespassing and offending some secluded grouping of wolves, the Donostrea Aertus let her expression relax into a casual, crooked smile. "Quite the swim, isn't it?" she remarked observantly, rolling with the assumption she had made of this wolf making the same watery trek that she had. There was a slim chance he could prove her wrong, but she was willing to bet her next meal that she was right. |
