I got a scar I can talk about
11-30-2015, 06:18 PM
Hera still couldn't quite decide where she was heading. She figured that at some point she should find a pack to join, but something about joining a pack not lead by her family just wasn't as appealing as it probably should be. She knew her way around Alacritis well enough that she wasn't going to get lost, but she clearly didn't have a goal or destination in mind. She had kept the scent of that boy she had met before in the back of her mind though, wondering if she might go find his pack. He was pleasant enough to be around. She spotted something gleaming through the snow as she was walking and padded toward it, pausing long enough to brush the snow away with one brown dipped paw to look at the fragment of metal that was half-buried in the ground. She liked coming here because you never knew what you might find. She moved on, her silver gaze absently drifting over her surroundings. Her pale ears turned this way and that while she listened for any sounds so she wouldn't have to have her eyes occupied by looking for strangers. |