Coming of Age
It was becoming more and more obvious to Alamea that she was lost, the grass brushing infuriatingly at her face. She lifted her muzzle to the sky attempting to avoid more foliage in her eyes. The white female growled in irritation as she tripped into a dip in the ground. Alamea flinched and closed her eyes as a blade of grass tore across her face, perilously close to her eye. As such Alamea did not realize right away as the foliage seemed to retreat. Finally she opened her eyes to realize that she need not stretch her neck so as to avoid the various leaves and grasses. For the first time the she-wolf got a good look at her surroundings. Despite it being winter and much colder in most other places the thicket didn't seem to have been affected by the weather much. Alamea became distracted by the world around her and didn't notice the sky being blotted out right away. When she did she found herself even more enraptured by the sudden tunnel she found herself in. The scents of the thicket flooded her senses and underneath that she could just barely make out the scent of another wolf. The humidity in the air made it nearly impossible to tell how far away the other was, but Alamea did not expect to come across him so quickly. She was nearly on top of the other wolf before she even saw him. He could not have been much older than she was which helped to ease the panic which flared up in her suddenly when she had come across him so suddenly. Alamea took a few quick steps back, lowered her whole body and flattened her ears. |
