Hunting for flood
07-06-2013, 03:16 PM
Flint meandered along the bottom of a deep ravine, but her head was up in the clouds. Life here seemed to either be roaring with vivacious activity or dull, with nothing going on. She was either being ambushed by foreign wolves or walking lonely trails without a scent of anything besides dirt, water and leaves. At the moment she was picking her way carefully among the rocks, listening for any scurries that would denote mice among the stones. Gnarled trees and their roots reached for the open air, massing around her and even sometimes arching above her. It was during her examination of the odd world around her that an unexpected shout caterwauled into the otherwise silent afternoon. "Listen root you better let go of me right now or so help me I will eat you!" It was so sudden and unexpected that Flint actually jumped upwards and skittered back a few feet, before swiveling her head towards the source with a fierce glare on her face. It didn't take her long to pinpoint the source. No far from her, one quarter entangled in a mass of roots, sat one of the strangest canines Flint had seen to date. She had nearly gotten used to strange colored eyes, but this wolfess' fur was new to her too, she had never seen the likes of it. Her wonder, however, did not curb her frustration at being startled. "Do you really need to shout so loudly?" she lashed out, stalking up the slight incline to stand before the captured wolf. She was much larger than Flint, but apparently incapacitated. "You nearly scared me out of my fur! Are you stuck or something?" Flint, true to form, had no qualms about confronting total strangers, and this large wolfess was no exception. With a glare set on her face she awaited her response. Speech, Thoughts |