Hot Pink Persian Carpet

Wind hummed through the grass, sending it rippling in the sunshine of a lazy spring afternoon.  Karabela had decided it was time for her to wander for a bit.  She wasn’t doing much good in Abaven after all.  For whatever reason she’d been having trouble getting focused on her pack duties and found herself burdened with a sudden insecurity.  Where had that come from?  She was exactly where she wanted to be, in the rank she wanted to be and as far as she knew she wasn’t looked down on by anyone despite the rifts that seemed to be forming between the Destruction family and the other members of the pack.  Was it perhaps the fractures in the Destruction family herself that had put the woman on edge?  It was a bit disconcerting to see such conflict between members of the ruling family.  Raba felt like she should do something but… what could she possibly do?  She was a wanderer and a fighter not a negotiator.

Meandering down into the Rock Garden, Karabela leapt onto a short nearby boulder.  The warmth of the stone felt good on her paws after the chillier mornings she’d spent up north before working her way back toward Abaven.  She knew what she needed.  Companionship and forward drive.  Somewhere her ambition turned to complacency but when one had reached their goals what was she going to fuel that drive with?

Karabela continued to sit upon her perch, feeling the sun and wind on her fur and breathing in the air devoid of anothers….. hang on.  Her brow furrowed.  There was another scent.  Well now who could this be?  Another trepid explorer?  Bounding off her perch she swiftly followed the scent to it’s owner, a large chocolate brown male. “Hey there!  You out enjoying the nice spring day?”

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