Familiar Landscape

Walk | Talk | Think

At last the weather over Valhalla had taken a turn for the better, and seeing a moment to run and get away she had taken it without hesitation. A hunt could be done later with Thane and the rest for large game to replenish the depleted stores of food that had been lowered during the incessant downpour, but for now she was going to take a small but well needed vacation outside of the boundaries.

What had driven her here of all places was lost to her. Her paws had wandered aimlessly at first, driven simply by the need to move, her legs to be stretched, and to feel the distance slip away and behind her under her small paws. It had felt good to feel the wind as it whipped through her fur and brushed at her sides, now fully dry and lightly grey as they should have been. No rain, no mist, no hint of a sprinkle on the air, though the clouds had blocked out the sun for a majority of the skies. Still, slivers of sunlight managed to peek through, touching the earth in large, oddly shaped dapples that roamed and altered form as the winds continued to pull and tug and turn the clouds along on their path. And still Ashtoreth ran.

Not until the scenery became familiar did she slow her step. Her sprint fell away into a lope, and then a trot, and eventually into a walk as she breathed deeply, tongue lolling, in an attempt at catching her breath. Her brow fell over her gold and purple eyes as she turned her head this way and that, surveying the land and feeling an uncanny notion that she had been here before. A second longer and the answer came upon her so suddenly that she stopped in her tracks and pointedly looked around once more. This is it. This where I found Leon. Gaining her bearings, she padded off to her right and ahead, listening closely, and was rewarded when before her opened up a steady and shallow stream, the self same one that she had fallen into when she had arrived here and began the struggle of returning home with Leon for company and support.

Standing upon the edge of that stream, thinking about those early days, she couldn't help but smile. They had been difficult, without a doubt, but they had brought her closer to the Lead Warrior of her pack, revealed to her so much about his character that she had grown and was still growing to admire. And that returning here, to where those memories of that exhausting and arduous journey had taken her, could bring nothing but a smile to her face and laughter to her heart only attested more greatly to her growing feelings for the male that she had yet to acknowledge or accept.

Shaking her head gently, trying to drive away the thoughts of the wolf without success, she turned and began walking alongside the stream at a leisurely gait, letting the wind rustle her fur against the grain while she stretched her legs and enjoyed the familiar scenery.