Make the Best With What You're Given
04-11-2016, 11:14 PM
Why had she come here? Exploration might have been a valid excuse, if she'd actually felt like she had come here with any sort of purpose. Instead, she felt like she was wandering aimlessly, displaced. Her paws had carried her through the night until she'd ended up in the Palmetto Wash, with morning waking upon the horizon. There was nothing here, and she wasn't interested in finding out if there were any secrets to be discovered in this place. Her only desire was to find any trace of the wolves she'd begun to grow attached to in Argead. So far, she'd seen not a hint. Where had they gone? She already missed her life in the valley, where she'd felt needed and accounted for. As a loner, not a single soul would notice her presence, nor would anyone notice if she disappeared. She knew deep down that no amount of searching and wallowing in her sorrow would bring life back to her home. It was gone, faded into the past, and there was no way to retrieve it. Still, she didn't know where to turn now. Did she dare to seek out another pack? Would anything ever be quite the same as Argead? Indecision and loneliness overwhelmed her as descended the stony hills and into the sandy wash. Her paws kicked up clouds of dusty sand, which only caused her to sigh in dismay, as this territory seemed so lifeless. There were trees, but they were tough and scrubby, spaced far apart. Yet, she would choose to rest her weary paws near one of these trees anyways. She approached a rather short, scruffy looking tree that cast a small shadow as the sun climbed slowly into the sky. She plopped herself near its base, scuffing her paws in the sand until she was relatively comfortable. Never did she think she'd be so upset, feel so out of place, left to fend for herself. After all, she'd spent a majority of her life forging her own path and surviving in the wilds, until she'd joined Argead on a whim. Why did it feel so impossible now? Curled into herself, her emerald gaze sought the horizon, watching the sun rise as she contemplated what she would do now that she'd found herself homeless. |