Death Walks
10-29-2016, 08:10 PM
Birna's thick winter coat protected her from nature's chill but there was a frigid note in the air that she really couldn't explain. It made her hackles raise. She'd found herself venturing to the west, aimless as always though hopefully not longer. A plan was forming in her head and she had every intention of following through with it so she supposed this was just one last play at the life of a wandering loner before she resettled in a pack. Hopefully, she would be able to stay with this one until the end of her days and if not well… she would be a loner once again. The thought was incredibly depressing in a way, she just wanted a stable life! All this change, this constant uprooting was really starting to wear on her. Moving through the moor Birna narrowed her eyes as she tried to perceive the territory through the thick fog. She flinched as she heard a sudden high-pitched whine. What the heck was that? The whine was followed by the sound of shifting earth. Birna quickly moved in the direction of the sound, sticking to the parts of the moor thick with grasses and likely to be more stable under her feet, or at least she hoped. She quickly came upon a sink hole and opted to keep her distance but she could just make out the form of some sort of canine there. "Hello? Hey, do you need any help?" She wasn't entirely sure how she was going to go about a rescue. Could she lower something in? |
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