A Touch of Creative Flair

Winter had at last arrived. She had plotted and planned, orchestrating alliances and trade for Abaven, and keeping a close eye on the herds around the pack. She wanted to ensure it would not a lean season for her growing pack. Growing pack she tried not to dwell too hard just how much Abaven was growing. Her stomach was not yet showing the signs, and her scent was only subtly changed, a wolf had to be paying close attention to realise the state the Alpha was in.

Determined to keep herself fit and active, the Alpha took to long jogs around the outskirts of Abaven and the territories nearby. She called it scouting, after all, the slavers where still an ongoing threat to her pack. Really, it was a small act of rebellion against her own body, which would soon slow and betray her, limiting what she could do.

Valentine had told them they would attack once winter had properly set in, and she needed to be in perfect shape when that happened. It would be on one of these runs, that she would race across the territory of Sunset falls, and catch she scent of another.

She slowed, puffing a little, as she approached the stream. She could feel the cool touch of winter, but exercise had warmed her body, and chased away the chill.

She hadn’t expected the sight of the dark wolf, in the slippery clay along the river bank, looking deeply lost in thought. “It’s not the best season for a bath.” she commented rhyly as she approached.




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