Traveled long and far
Her eyes snapped open. Did she close them again? Damn! She was almost losing the thread of it due to her meanderings. Her mother told her to keep moving hew paws until she couldn’t anymore, and that’s what she had done. Now, here, she was too recklessly tired. There was no way her presence would go undetected. If the scent in her nose was correct, at least. Nimue knew it was.
She could hear, faintly, of someone’s approaching. Her body was telling her to flee as quickly as her little paws could take her, while in her head she had to tell herself, “NO!!” Fear creeped up inside of her, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. Nimue had skirted around and as far away from any wolves until now. It had been months since she’d seen anyone of her species and it frankly freaked her out. She was torn into two; Nimue knew that if she didn’t get the protection and leisure of a pack she’d die soon enough. But she was still fearful of what could happen. What if this pack was a horrible place, just like her old pack? What if this wolf approaching decides she needs dispatching and kills her? She was of no condition to outrun anyone or defend herself. She’d just simply lay there and die and hope death came swiftly. She sighed heavily. For all the things her own mother told her, she knew all these thoughts were ridiculous but still couldn’t help it. It’d been a rough road up until now.
She shifted her weight around but held where she was sitting. The other wolf came into view, her yellowed amber eyes keeping sight on him at all times. As the reddish wolf closed the gap, she shrank smaller and smaller, more instinctively than anything. He spoke to her; she was almost too tong-tied to speak. Nimue took a minute to compose herself so that her voice wouldn’t shake.
“Ummmmm…I’ve been better. I’m Nimue.” |