Demons

Walk | Talk | Think

The past hour or so had been spent wastefully, the she-wolf claiming a spot along the lake shore where she had rested upon her stomach near the water's edge, peering beneath its rippling surface in search of some small morsel that she might be capable of catching. As had been proven once already during a trip to the tide pools, the fish were not inclined to travel to the surface of their homes, preferring the deeper waters toward the center of the lake where they would be more than safe. With the chill in the air, and snow practically everywhere else, she was not at all interested in leaping into the frigid waters knowing that she would likely turn into an icicle the second she stepped out. No point in risking her health for a different type of meal.

The quiet woods and peaceful monotony of the lake were soothing and after a time had lulled her into a half doze, ears lazily flickering about atop her head while her golden eyes had shut themselves with content. It was a short while before she stirred, and in those first waking moments she realized how poorly she was spending her time. Dozing by the lake. How silly! She could rest later, after she had done something productive.

Yawning widely, Tahlia stretched a little where she lay before bringing herself to her paws, stretching fully and easing sleep from her muscles. With a little shake, she turned away from the lake and the little meals that were hidden within to wander off into the woods, away from her den so that she might not be tempted to return there and nap. She needed to do at least a little something before she could allow that.

But she hadn't even gotten that far before she found one of the streams that fed off of the lake in the Seracian territory, along with another wolf who was slipping away into the woods away from it. The russet and black she-wolf's golden eyes fixed on the stranger, ears listening, as she observed for a moment who the other was. She could faintly recollect seeing her before, though no name immediately came to mind. That was not a surprise as her few acquaintances within the pack were very limited. But if anyone had made themselves a home inside the Seracia, her past experiences assured her that they were good company.

In an attempt to be friendly, she changed direction, setting a course for herself that would intersect that of the other wolf, and as the dark colored she-wolf came into sight, Tahlia smiled friendly and gave her tail a faint wag of greeting. "Good day," she greeted, her tone almost chipper with her own pleasant mood, "Quite enjoyable weather for the season, is it not?" A silly question, in all honesty, but one that she had grown used to asking merely to make conversation. Her honeyed eyes surveyed the wolf before her, noting the slenderness to her frame, the seeming lethargy about her overall movements. A bad day, perhaps? Or a few bad days? She tried not to jump to conclusions, hating the feeling of incorrectly assuming things, and so she kept her thoughts to herself, continuing instead to smile politely and anticipate answering small talk from the other she-wolf.