Facing The Field

*Surreal* · 07-07-2013, 07:47 PM

Surreal

Surreal padded along the edge of the plains, ears back in uneasiness. It had been months since she had come to this place, but she remembered the last time as if it were happening right now. The white females, one laying still on the bloodstained ground, bleeding from a horrible wound in her belly, the other refusing to help the one she had harmed. Surreal?s ears lay flat to her skull, an anxious whine whispering from her throat, her tail tucking slightly. Her uncle Cormalin had told her that this place was the Battlefield, and that wolves came here to fight, or find a home. Who would want to find a home here?

The place smelled awful, like old blood and new, anger and violence. But she came here anyway. She had to face this place that had given her nightmares. Gradually, she forced her tail to relax and hang in a relaxed position and her ears to rise. As a nine month old, she was a bundle of lanky legs and big paws that promised that she would be larger as a mature adult. Right now, she was still a pup, though the maturity was already beginning to peek through.

Mismatched blue and gold eyes gazed out over the area, which was empty but for her. So, she was here. She had faced the field. Now she was ready to go home. The silver female turned to head home.

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