White Line Fever
01-08-2017, 02:13 AM
Bird chatter constantly caused her ears to swivel - it typically wasn't her favorite sound since this place seemed to attract so many of them, but the winter time provided some relief. She couldn't wait to be out of the Estuary before spring rolled around. She didn't want to be around when all the birds migrated back, but in the mean time they did provide a good meal. They were a bit scrawny and plucking feathers out was annoying, but it was easier than trying to track down something else. She could only hope that the warmer months would fatten up the prey. A noise behind her caused her to pause in her tracks. She turned, eager to see who she'd run into this time, and was surprised to see Ollie. Her bi-colored gaze glanced around for a split second to see if Cedar was with him, but she didn't spot him nearby. His scent was fresh though so she dropped the thought immediately and then smiled as Ollie flopped to his rump and seemed to struggle for words before spitting something out. He seemed just as awkward as the last time they'd met. It was nice to see a familiar face. Lately all she'd done was run into new wolves, which was great for making friends, but she enjoyed the thought that she'd get to keep in contact with the old ones she'd met. Reconnecting with Ollie was a good start. "It really is. Is it the scenery that brings you out this way?" So probably not the best small talk, but she was curious as to what had brought him to the Estuary. The influx of travelers lately had either increased or she'd never noticed it before. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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