cold as ice
01-10-2016, 01:45 PM
Evangeline had wandered from her pack's lands in search for herbs. It was a wet spring, but many herbs thrived in such an environment. Once away from the muddy slush of lands heavily frequented, she should find a profusion of growth to begin her stock for the year.
Plus she was still in heat, and didn't want to be around anyone right now.
She got distracted poking around in the rubbish instead of looking for herbs, though, and accidentally unearthed an interesting contraption of straps and bags of some sort of unnatural material, but it was so covered in mud that she couldn't quite figure out what it was. When it finally clicked, though, Vana flushed with excitement and triumph. It was a pack, specifically made for a wolf-sized canine to wear! What a thing to find in a human trash pit. It was exactly what she needed to carry around herbs and the like. She just needed to figure out where all the straps went...
She was lovingly brushing the dirt and mud from the pack when a sound caught her attention, and she pulled the pack against her chest possessively, scowling around as though the unknown noise-maker were there specifically to steal it. Whether it was another wolf making the sound or some small scavenger who happened to knock something over, she was equally ready to protect her prize from some would-be thief. It was hers.
Plus she was still in heat, and didn't want to be around anyone right now.
She got distracted poking around in the rubbish instead of looking for herbs, though, and accidentally unearthed an interesting contraption of straps and bags of some sort of unnatural material, but it was so covered in mud that she couldn't quite figure out what it was. When it finally clicked, though, Vana flushed with excitement and triumph. It was a pack, specifically made for a wolf-sized canine to wear! What a thing to find in a human trash pit. It was exactly what she needed to carry around herbs and the like. She just needed to figure out where all the straps went...
She was lovingly brushing the dirt and mud from the pack when a sound caught her attention, and she pulled the pack against her chest possessively, scowling around as though the unknown noise-maker were there specifically to steal it. Whether it was another wolf making the sound or some small scavenger who happened to knock something over, she was equally ready to protect her prize from some would-be thief. It was hers.
