Down to the River
01-17-2016, 07:45 PM
Ara hadn't really left Fiori's territory since she and Novel had come home. Quickly after their arrival, they'd realized that both of their sons were gone. Why.. she didn't know. They hadn't gone to Threar - as they had suggested, and had anticipated might be something they were interested in - as Threar no longer ruled the lands they had once held. It seemed like more wolves had disappeared than she would have liked. Dealing with the disappearance of their boys was not easy. They weren't necessarily gone, just.. not around. A soft sigh left her lips as she wandered closer to the Rio Grande. She hadn't realized just how bad the spring rains had left the rest of Alacritia. The Mangrove forest was always flooded; it struck her just how much damage had been done as she approached the flooded river. It was significantly wider than usual, coursing mercilessly over former grassland and even taking down some trees and shrubs in its wake. This meant most of the herbs that would normally grow at the riverbank would likely be swept away. Surely they could not survive the flooding. Just great. Feeling unusually sullen, she would direct herself to move away from it, feeling as though she wouldn't find anything at all at the river today. Certainly no herbs, no flowers, and probably no food, either. Ara hadn't realized she'd been heading toward a stranger - her eyes were downcast as she watched her paws trudging through the damp grass. Only when she lifted her gaze did she see a stranger in the distance. A rather.. terrifying looking stranger, too. Not necessarily mean, just large, and the way he walked had an air of importance that she could not at all relate to. She didn't necessarily want to talk to him. She'd never been the most sociable wolf, and she was too far from home for anything to go wrong. Quickening her pace, she'd seek to make a trail around him, eyeing him only briefly before casting her gaze to the earth once again. |