Back to San Francisco
05-30-2018, 08:40 PM
Ooc:: Attempting to keep this vague. Set after the Torin thread.
Priscilla was feeling a bit better after she spent time with her uncle. She was still frustrated with Blaise… and she didn’t think that was going to change anytime soon. The girl was back to her smiling face, her bi-colored gaze bright as she explored the valley. She was normally in the willows, near the densite, but now that Priscilla was getting bigger she wanted to explore more. Even still, after her brother’s got lost and had to be brought home she was ever mindful of the boundaries of the pack. She was almost… afraid to leave. Not quite because of what would happen outside the pack, but she didn’t want more fighting to come of it. It seemed like pups leaving without an adult was really, really bad.
The child was on the move since sunrise that morning… early for her. But she’d been collecting a stack of bugs like no one’s business. They weren’t as fun to hunt as when she was little though. She eyed the crunchy little insects, frowning as she she nudged the pile with a paw. She knew the adults hunted bigger things… maybe one of them could start teaching her. She’d gone to see Frostbite one day, but her siblings never showed up and nothing more came of that then her growing bored and going bug hunting then.
Her gaze shifted to a nearby noise as something scuttled away in the grass. A mouse, maybe, or a vole. The girl perked her ears forward, moving instinctively to a crouch. But her pawsteps were far from careful, making too much noise and sending the critter crashing helter skelter through the grass to get away from her.
Priscilla pouted, lifting her head as she listened to whatever it was get further and further away. She wanted to hunt bigger things… and she wanted to do more too… but she didn’t want to fight. But there was plenty of other stuff she could do that didn’t revolve around that, right? She was sure she’d have to learn about the art of fighting eventually… but not yet. She’d put it off as long as she could.
Sitting in the grass the girl glanced up at the morning sun.
Yeah, she thought, things could be fine that way.
Priscilla was feeling a bit better after she spent time with her uncle. She was still frustrated with Blaise… and she didn’t think that was going to change anytime soon. The girl was back to her smiling face, her bi-colored gaze bright as she explored the valley. She was normally in the willows, near the densite, but now that Priscilla was getting bigger she wanted to explore more. Even still, after her brother’s got lost and had to be brought home she was ever mindful of the boundaries of the pack. She was almost… afraid to leave. Not quite because of what would happen outside the pack, but she didn’t want more fighting to come of it. It seemed like pups leaving without an adult was really, really bad.
The child was on the move since sunrise that morning… early for her. But she’d been collecting a stack of bugs like no one’s business. They weren’t as fun to hunt as when she was little though. She eyed the crunchy little insects, frowning as she she nudged the pile with a paw. She knew the adults hunted bigger things… maybe one of them could start teaching her. She’d gone to see Frostbite one day, but her siblings never showed up and nothing more came of that then her growing bored and going bug hunting then.
Her gaze shifted to a nearby noise as something scuttled away in the grass. A mouse, maybe, or a vole. The girl perked her ears forward, moving instinctively to a crouch. But her pawsteps were far from careful, making too much noise and sending the critter crashing helter skelter through the grass to get away from her.
Priscilla pouted, lifting her head as she listened to whatever it was get further and further away. She wanted to hunt bigger things… and she wanted to do more too… but she didn’t want to fight. But there was plenty of other stuff she could do that didn’t revolve around that, right? She was sure she’d have to learn about the art of fighting eventually… but not yet. She’d put it off as long as she could.
Sitting in the grass the girl glanced up at the morning sun.
Yeah, she thought, things could be fine that way.