Pocket Full of Poetry
05-25-2016, 02:48 PM
Ever since her run in with Tib, she had been curious about Fiori. After several days back in her own pack lands, the young woman started off towards the coast. She had rubbed a bit of lavender on her coat, trying to mask the embarrassing scent of her heat. Finch had never been the romantic type, and she was afraid of what could happen to her while she wandered out of the safety of her pack. She had heard stories of wolves getting taken advantage of during their season, or had a lapse in judgement. Without her mother there to talk about things, Finch was rather lost on things like this. Her father tried, but it wasn't too much help. She couldn't help but let out a giggle at the thought, Bass tried his best, but he wasn't a mother. Her ears flickered, her bouncing pace making her leaf necklace shuffle on her chest. Civetta flew overhead, scouting out the lands before them. She let out a soft call and fluttered down to the top of Finch's head, letting her know that they were close. Finch slowed as she grew near to the pack borders, respecting their markers and staying several feet away from them. She casually strolled across the other side, peeking in to see if she could spot the big blue male that she had met almost a week ago. It was a very interesting land, trees with long, twisting roots covered a boggy like ground. The roots were mostly exposed, making the perfect place for a den in the weaving of the roots. She was somewhat taken back by it, sitting as she further inspected one of the trees. There were no leaves on it now, but she could only imagine that they created a canopy when they were in bloom. Sitting on her rump, still outside of the pack markers, she poked her paws into the soft sand. No wonder why a pack settled here, it was really cool! |
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