fragile state
11-10-2015, 09:53 AM
The silence was deafening. Each step was precise as her left paws moved first, and then her right, in quick synchronization. Védís Hróðvitnisdottir didn’t know where she was going, but she had a goal in mind - to find her siblings that had left the pack long ago. Things had changed significantly since her father’s death, and since Hati and Loki had initially taken their leave. It seemed more and more wolves left by the season, until it hardly felt like home at all. With that she had left, for once not looking back, determined to reunite with at least one of her siblings.
The tall woman’s gait was tense as she moved through the underbrush, weaving expertly through the trees. The land was dark, illuminated solely by the pale moon overhead, and she snuffed loudly she bowed her head to the ground and tested the scents in the crisp air. Védís had sworn she’d caught a hint of a familiar scent a few miles back, but as soon as she’d gotten onto its trail she had lost it again.
Her white and black tail twitched absently as she moved, her gold and blue eyes searching her surroundings fervently. Something in her gut told her she was on to something, and so stubbornly she would continue onward, oblivious to the ache that was beginning to settle in her limbs and the hunger gnawing at her belly.