Walk | Talk | Think
The golden brown wolf traveled with quick steps through the Fern Gulley in pursuit of the den where her nieces - and nephew! - resided. Her new promotion had ushered in a new level of work that she more than anyone else placed on her shoulders, and for longer than necessary she had been giving it top priority. Combined with her season coming in, the awkward feelings it created left her feeling out of sorts, and the hunting had only doubled as a means of a distraction. But she could not keep herself from her nieces and nephew much longer. They were important though they did not live with her, and she wanted to stay a part of their lives for as long as their mother allowed her to.
She was smiling even before she reached the den and looked for the spot with a bubbly expectancy, anticipating the colorful little shapes that should have been romping around outside of it. But the trek toward the locale had been quiet, uncharacteristically quiet for the number of children who lived there, and Anais realized very quickly that they must not have been there, either out with their father or uncle playing in another section of the forest. Her eager pace slowed as she wondered at her poor timing, and she considered turning back for home rather than trekking to find them.
But as she heard another noise ahead of her, a quiet whimper from where the den would have been, Anais's face softened into a look of concern. Though she could not place the voice, she tread quietly forward, traipsing through the thick vegetation until she spotted the colorful, prone figure lying on the ground in front of the den. "Marina?" Without invitation, the Donostrea hunter hurried forward, padding over to stop at the red-eyed wolf's side and lowering her head to peer more closely at her and gather a quick sniff to see what she could discern on her own. "Are you alright?" Her voice was gentle, quiet, concerned. She really hoped the woman was okay.
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