Starting to forget
02-10-2019, 02:45 PM
Parts of the snow had melted inside her coat, robbing her of her body warmth. She was shivering and miserable as she moved through the dark tunnel, snow above and around her. She wanted to stop, to curl up and find warmth in her coat, but she knew that do to so was death. She had to keep moving, and hoped the exercise in futility warmed her. She had nothing in her bag to warm her, only salves and jars and everything she would need to tend an injury. She was no injured, only lost and stupid, and very very cold. Her pace had slowed to a crawl, and hopelessness swam in her gut like a bad meal, when the howl of a wolf caught her ears. She tilted her head, ears perked and listening, surprise in her heart. Did it.. Sound like he was searching for someone? It didn’t matter if it was she she sought, she would rather face an array of teeth then the bitter cold. She could only hope he didn’t mean her ill, and was instead a lifeline from this shivering grave. She raised her head, jumping up and placing her paws on the wall on one side to give her a little bit of height, attempting to push her muzzle through some of the settled snow. She closed her eyes, and howled. She cried out to this stranger, she howled and howled and howled, giving him every chance to pinpoint her position, and rescue her, if rescuing was in his schedule for the day. |
