this kerosene's live
10-07-2015, 07:47 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The tail end of the summer season was settling in and Gale was taking advantage of the warmth while it lasted. Soon the temperatures were sure to drop and the coolness of fall and then winter would settle in in full force, and she was not at all sure that her fluffy big brother would still be there to curl up against now that he had a little sweetheart of his own. Of course, she had her own way of soaking up the rays. Sitting still and sunning had never really been her style, especially here where the winds continually tugged at her wispy fur and begged her to play. Her idea of gathering the warmth was a slow jog, good exercise for her restless legs but still not so fast that the summer warmth was lost to her. Though the Algoma Prairie was more or less suited for it too, running along the beach posed less dangers. There was no grass here to hide hidden potholes or obstacles that would trip her up if she missed seeing them, and the dark, glittering beach tended to always have a playful ocean breeze. She ran with it, her tongue lolling in an expression of happy complacence while her tail waved behind her. It seemed overall like a quiet day, and she assumed the rest of her family was off doing their own thing, as they typically did, so she was not expecting to see another wandering about during her run. Only she did. Very quickly as her grey-green eyes settled on the figures, she realized they were not part of her family. None of them, for all their colors, were cloaked in any shade of purple except her, and the other figure with his unique markings was entirely outside the line of her family. At a distance she could not tell if they had already ventured beyond the pack's border, but it certainly looked like they intended to. Abandoning the quiescent jog that she had been on, the small lavender-marked wolf sped up and ran to intercept them, offering a bark to get their attention if nothing else. She hoped they would stop; there was no way she could hold her own in a two-against-one fight. She slowed as she neared the pair, eyeing them with a critical eye though she did well in keeping her customary crooked smile on her face. "Hey," she greeted, sensing a great deal of unrest and animosity that she could not place. Maybe she should have come with back up? "Welcome to Donostrea, the pack you're currently tiptoeing the border of. I'm Gale. What brings you here?" Hopefully they would not want to challenge her authority here. She only meant to stop worse trouble from happening before they well and truly trespassed. Gale
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