Wayward Wanderer
11-20-2018, 05:45 PM
It had been some time since she had last seen her own pack. When did she leave? Spring? Summer? She couldn't quite remember. It had been a while though. Long enough that her pack scent probably wasn't on her anymore, but that often masked with the scent of herbs as well. And so it was today that she traveled near the borders of another pack, one she didn't know the name of or anything about it. A rabbit pelt was gripped softly in her jaws and filled with various herbs, most of the helping kind...though she had a couple that weren't so helpful should she have need of them. She trailed the borders for a little while, picking out the scents that she could, and a few had caught her attention.
While she didn't really ever mingle or talk to the Abraxas midget, she had picked up his scent in the breeze, and curiosity drew her to linger a bit longer. Not only that but a few others that seemed...vaguely familiar. Like she knew them but also didn't at the same time. Interesting...Well, she figured that if she wanted to investigate further, she ought to announce her presence so that the same thing didn't happen like the last pack she was checking out. She stopped at the edge of the borders, gently placed the bundle at her feet, and softly called out for anyone who might indulge her. |