Broken Down and Waiting for the Chance to Feel Alive

How many times... A wicked grimace contorted the woman's dark face, low growl slipping from inky lips. How many times had the brown fur-ball managed to interrupt a perfectly good sleep. Too many. Enough that Mara frequently blamed unrelated incidents on the little ball of sunshine, rainbows and unicorn farts. It made her feel better to know that everything annoying all stemmed from one cheery source. A wolf who she was now making a desperate attempt to avoid. If she could just run far enough, maybe Velia would get tired of tracking Mara and just go look for her master alone like a good little girl. The thought alone was enough to make Mara want to gag.

Slinking low to the ground while moving as fast as possible she made her way through the massive trees, too busy making her escape to bother taking in the sights and enjoying the view. She didn't have time for shit like that. Mara needed to hide. It was for a good cause. The cause of sleep, a noble cause even a lazy lump like her could get behind. She inadvertently grinned in amusement at her own thoughts, glancing around to see if she was being followed yet. If she was, her pursuer was doing a fine job of hiding.

Emboldened by the feeling that she'd escaped, she slowed her pace, sauntering along with a feeling of pride at her accomplishment. Ditching that dirt-colored pain in her rump was cause for celebration. Perhaps, a nap. Yet before she could further consider her options she'd find a stranger up ahead of her, seemingly gazing at the massive living sticks that were reaching skyward all around them. Uninterested in joining in such ridiculous pursuits, Mara opted to continue walking, approaching without trying to conceal the sound of her paws. There was no point in pursuing stealth right now. She was not interested in scaring someone or causing them to leap at her because she'd made herself a threat. So loudly it was that she walked, not preceding her arrival with a greeting but rather just walking up to and past the other wolf without bothering with words. Mara even went so far as to pass the wolf just a little close for comfort, and definitely closer than was polite. She'd be interested to see if it would spark irritation in the other. Though Mara was not specifically seeking a fight, she was also clearly not bothering to try and avoid one either.