D�j� Vu

Walk | Talk | Think

Green grasses were in abundance here, slick and swaying in the winds that blew the rains around and slanted their course to strike the earth at different angles, rarely ever allowing it an easy path directly toward the ground. It was these rains that had driven Ashtoreth here, to this valley, in search of food, anything and everything that she could catch to help their pack until the flood waters receded. They had swamped the Vericona Plains and driven the pack toward higher ground, covering much of the central area the pack tended to congregate and dwell in. And where they kept their food stores. It was a sore loss, particularly since she was still mostly the sole hunter for the pack, getting assistance on occasion but carrying the brunt of her labor on her shoulders alone. It was difficult work, trying and tiring at times, but someone had to do it.

Thank heavens my leg is better, the petite grey wolf wondered with a breath of relief, pausing in her efforts as she scaled a small rise in the valley to peer outward and around. It was by far not the best weather to attempt a hunt in and she knew it, but with their being so many young pups to keep happy, and so much chaos in the moving, she thought a little snack to keep them preoccupied might take their minds off of things, make the temporary transition a little easier on them. Her squinted eyes, purple around the edge and gold around the center, scanned openly the valley for a sign of anything, a hare dashing between dens, a rat scurrying for cover, even a small bird bathing in the puddles. Nothing immediately showed itself, nothing in the vicinity to go after, but she was not so easily deterred.

Sighing quietly, Ash padded further into the wet green valley, feeling the water as it began seeping into her coat and chilling her back. And with that chill came a sudden, undeniable doubt. Maybe she should start back for the rest of the pack and give up her endeavor. Maybe that would be the smart thing to do. As her path brought her within listening distance of a river, made rougher by the current sour weather, she was starting to wish she would. This was all too familiar, and not in a good way. A storm - albeit a much calmer one - a river, a useless attempt at a hunt. All were the same circumstances during which she had acquired her injury that had put her out of commission for such a long time. And honestly the last thing she wanted was another run in with a small, mentally unstable wolf to further ruin a potentially decent day. Cautiously, as if fearing someone could be out there already watching, calculating her every move, the lean she-wolf altered her course, curving her path in a large, wide arc as she rounded around and made to return back to her pack lands empty handed and simply see what she could scrounge up closer to home.