We Are The Lonely Ones

It was not home, but it will do.

Black ears listened carefully, picking up the sound of every bird that sang it sweet tunes, and the rustle of the preys that lurked nearby. She was alone, for now anyways. Her long legs stretched forward, carrying her across the rocky land where she would quickly find a waterfall. Golden orbs quickly shifted around, taking in every aspect of what stood in front of her. Her lips remained sealed, but her ears gave away what she felt; amazing by the beauty of the fall. Her gaze tore away from the fall and glanced upward.

The sky was all the same, but the air felt different. Reina was no longer surrounded by the musky scent of wet wolves and blood. It was refreshing, free of taint and tasted far better than she could ever imagine. Reina removed herself from her tribe long ago after the murder of her father; the woman realized it was not a place she belonged after his presence was no longer noticed among the wolves she once called family. The warrior departed from everything she once knew and forced herself to the land of the unknown, giving her experiences she has never acquired on her homeland.

Her tongue dragged across her canines, coating it with fresh saliva as she moved quietly up the mountainous terrain. The water from the fall was clean, her pale nose wiggled as she inhaled deeply, but there was another scent that caught her attention. The scent of a wolf lingered nearby, causing the dark woman to grow tense and proceeded with caution. As she continued her pace, she located the other wolf and paused; a growl bubbled within her throat, but she kept it all in. Her golden orbs watched the male carefully, her ears perked and her tail slowly rising. She did not say anything; it was best not to disturb the wolf.

Reina slowly slinked away from in and continued her walk. She had no business with him, nor will she trouble him with her presence. “Not today.” She mumbled quietly to herself as she moved passed him.

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