A Link to the Past
11-30-2015, 09:05 PM
Away. She had gone away again, flighty at the approach of a stranger. Flighty because her brother had not been there fast enough. Pamela was not necessarily afraid, no, but cautious. She didn’t know what had become of the pack that her brothers were once part of. That Quelt at one time ruled, and later ruled by the lass Arian. It was no longer home, was it? Or could it be? The question raged itself in her mind as she thought long and hard about the answer. The woman was on the move, and it was movement of a beast taller than the average rodent, taller than any wild cat she’d seen, that caught her attention. Yet he was also small, his silhouetted form her only sign of what he might be by sight. Her nose told her that this was a canine, though wolf? No. His scent was different. Pamela would approach cautiously, ears flicked back and a trace of wariness in her voice. “Greetings stranger. A fine place, this nook.” It had been her home for so long with her adopted son. Was Shiki still here? “It looks far more beautiful come the spring, summer, and fall however.”
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