curiosity killed the cat - good thing i'm not a cat
ft poem, intellect prompt
08-14-2019, 12:45 PM
there were not so many packs in this area. it stood out the most. wandering out of her swamp to nose about for some herbs, Huntington would keep a watch over the surrounding area quietly. to the west, she knew many dwelled. to the north, there was few. to the south, well, she would have to see for herself. it was where she lived. she had no plans to travel to Auster very soon though. the east was still a bit unknown as well, yet that would be rectified soon enough. the girl continued to search, aware of the pack scent of Abaven a few lands over. she had already visited and placed it out of her mind.
though she did try to, the scent of a wolf from Abaven was fresh in the air. biting back a sigh, she would raise her head to stare around. the reeds and thick foliage obscured her sight. if another was obviously nearby, she did not see them right away. yet she did not call out for them either. her pale gaze merely watched, waiting, to see if they would speak or move on. she could work with either scenario. Huntington wondered what more she could learn about the pack; Noir had not been very informative, though she could hardly blame him. well, she could but she would not.
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