Shadows of the past, reflections of the future.
It seemed Alamea was doomed to wander lost for a while longer, though it truly didn't bother her much. The young female had always wanted to see more of the world, at least more than her father had been willing to allow, which had not been much. The white she-wolf quickly drove those thoughts from her mind; the scars on her rump seemed to ache a bit every time she thought of her father. Here the forests blurred into one another, endless seas of green. The only interruption she had found to the green was the snow, though there was little enough of it here, what there was, was very wet and very sticky. Whenever she had to step in it, the snow clung to her fur and had to shaken free, or it melted against her skin and left her paws feeling cold and wet. Here however the green seemed to stop abruptly, through the white still clung to the ground in places. Black was what she saw, and something about it chilled her. The smell of smoke hung thick in the air, her breaths becoming a bit labored as her lungs attempted to expel as much smoke as they could while still sucking in as much oxygen as would satisfy them. Her steps were tentative, aware that she could not rely on her sense of smell to detect others of her kind, though she highly doubt that she would run across anyone else. Her paws crunched through a small patch of snow, then over some long dead, mostly burnt leaves. Alamea kept her ears perked, ever swivelling to catch any sound. For a while she kept moving in silence, and it dawned on her that there didn't seem to even be any prey here and a small smile crept across her muzzle. At the moment the last thing Alamea had wanted was to run into anyone else. The youth did eventually stop, she had begun panting heavily though she had only been walking. It seemed the smoke was affecting her more than she had originally thought. Alamea slowly lowered her backside to the ground, feeling some sudden relief in her paws as they no longer carried her full weight. Her jaw parted and her tongue lolled from her open mouth. Alamea began to wonder if it had not been such a great idea to come here. |
