Summer Storm
10-01-2018, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-05-2020, 10:23 PM by Torin.)
It was well into the night and she was deep within her den. It was the same den she had before, but since she had returned she had made some finalized touches to it. Since she was still recouping Frost had managed to help her out before his own children were born. A large bed of pelts lay in the warmest part of the den, a very small cluster of lilac hung in another corner, an aid to help her become relaxed when she needed it the most. He had been having difficulty sleeping and since hanging the lilac it had seemed to help quite a bit. Tonight it’s magic didn’t seem to be strong enough and she struggled to fall asleep. Continuously repositioning herself, but never finding a comfortable position to sleep. Her mind was active despite the fact her body was worn out for the day making it difficult to become completely settled. Too many thoughts and even harsh memories of both incidents of being washed away. Not once, but twice she had managed to live through it unsure what purpose both incidents had. Nothing had really changed other than this time she was looked for, this time she was found and safely returned to what she considered home. Was it to make up for the first time? How no one was able to find her? Her thoughts swirled with potential answers, but unsure what the real one was. One thing was certain, she was eternally grateful for Torin who had hunted her down and brought her home. She had been a bit recluse as she fully recovered, but was slowly getting her stiff muscles reworked so she could hunt and make use of her talents for the pack's sake. Now that she was staying she had to pull her weight and contribute like any other member was expected too. Plus she wanted to be well prepared to help her little cousins when they were old enough. A light sigh passed her black lips at the thoughts unable to hush her busy mind. Ears perked as she heard the faint and distant rumble of thunder. It drew her attention enough to forget on her thoughts. Lifting herself from her bed she headed to the entrance of her den, but not going through the more narrow space that led outside. Instead, she stood and listened, hoping to hear the thunder again, but no something else drew her attention. The sound of movement right outside of her den. Was something or someone out there? She remained as quiet as she could and moved towards the entrance, carefully moving through the narrow tunnel that led to the world above. Ears laid flat on her head as she attempted to peek out and see what was moving around by her den. |
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