inhale and hold
10-08-2016, 06:32 PM
She was on the move again. Reina once curled comfortably in the open field, resting from a long tiresome day. She could have slept through the night had it not been for the instinct that kicked in. She was up on her paws, bolting across the field. It had always been this way, taking a break from her travels for a few days before suddenly sprinting off again. The dark woman just refused to settle down when there was much to do.
The rouge woman now stood on a new land, different than the one she stumbled upon only a month ago. Her body wet from swimming across to meet this area. She panted lightly, eyes wide and glazed across the new territory. It was different than what she was used too, but she pressed forward, either way, her dark body dripping as she moved. Her golden orbs were curious, taking in everything that surrounded her. It was a strange new land, unlike anything she had seen before.
This was not like her home; this moorland that seemed so flat to her. No, once upon a time, she was born and raised the tallest mountain she had ever laid her eyes on. All of the tribe rested within the safety of the mountains during the cold nights, then ventured off to the forest that resided below. Reina exhaled softly from the memory; it was so long ago and she choice to leave them behind.
Continuing her jog, Reina craned her neck forward, inhaling the air. She paused immediately as she recognized a scent that lingered. Her eyes shifted, then her head turned to each side to look around. He was here. His scent was faint, but it still meant something to her. Her pace remained the same; she was in no hurry to meet with the large male.
It did not take her long, but as she approached, her lips parted open to speak,