Shadows of the past, reflections of the future.
Alamea seemed to sit there for a long time, though she suspected it was not as long as it felt like. Her breathing had steadied, though it still wasn't as even as it could be. Her throat had begun to feel tight, coated, like the smoke was clinging to the inside of her throat. Alamea realized she should probably find something to drink. It was simply a matter of actually wanting to get up. Alamea had just been about to start out again when she became aware of the approaching wolf, his scent drifting towards her, masked heavily by the ash in the air but he also wasn't exactly being quite. It occurred to Alamea that being with another wolf right now might be a good idea. She kept her ears up, tracking his progress towards her. He was clearly coming strait her way and she suspected he was also aware of that. There was the sound of paws in snow behind her and she turned to look at him, her body suddenly becoming rigid and her mind jumping into action. Alamea was stunned, her eyes widening as she took in his form, his pelt. Her mind was quickly running through every possible scenario, every memory that sprung up at the site of the male. She was cycling quickly through several different emotions as he continued towards her; Fear, Anxiety, Doubt and slight feelings of kinship. "Hello over there, might you be seeking companionship? If that isn't the case I'll gladly let you send me away." She heard the words, vaguely registered them and their meaning but couldn't seem to grasp them. "It just seems really lonely out here." Then her body sprang into action, months of submission bubbling to the surface. She automatically lowered her body, her ears pressing flat against her head, her lips drawing back and her tongue darting quickly in and out of her mouth. Her tail curled completely between her legs, her back arched and she pointed her muzzle up at him. The healing scars across her flank and the back of her backs paws were flaring up painfully as if enraged by the sudden appearance of the male. She choked on her words when she first tried to speak, then managed to say in a small, terrified voice. "F- father." |
