White Noise
10-24-2016, 04:19 PM
Nothing had felt particularly normal for a long time. Just when Lark was settling into a routine, something would disrupt it. He never used to be one to be nostalgic, but lately he found himself remembering how things used to be and wishing that they could somehow return to those simpler days. His mind wandered as he entered the valley, his thoughts only broken when he noticed another wolf's presence. She visibly retracted from him, and his brow furrowed slightly. She didn't seem particularly friendly, which was fine by him - as Lark generally was not one to approach others. She hardly looked at him before speaking.. he concluded she was likely less friendly than he was, which wasn't a trait he found in many others. The slightest hint of a frown touched his lips as he eyed her from the distance she'd created. "Loner," he'd retort in response, surprised at how the term pack wolf sounded like an insult when it was anything but. "I was simply on an afternoon walk. Is that not allowed?" |
