happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon
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08-16-2019, 05:23 PM
the autumn moon hung in the air like a big block of cheese, and though she didn't know what cheese was that's basically what it looked like. Willoughby was alone - she seemed to always be alone lately - and wandering this slice of paradise. even at night, she could see the various flowers that graced the landscape. she bounced on her paws before running forward across the field, a soft giggle escaping her jaws. if she ever was to find a 'home' for herself in Boreas, she'd like this place to be it. it was a lovely place to walk around and do nearly nothing in. she called out in laughter, whooping as she ran across the cool earth. the aroma of the foliage was intoxicating and her head swam with possibilities as she breathed deep. maybe she would collect some herbs and drop them at the nearest pack. Bee didn't doubt they couldn't tend to that themselves, but she just wanted to help. besides, how much would she really help if she didn't even know the names of some of them? she could pick up something poisonous for all she knew. the woman only knew the name of flowers - not herbs. she could tell a weed from a flower, but all were precious. all part of the ecosystem anyway. Bee would stop at the edge of this land, panting heavily. she was, again, alone. with no pack or pack mates, loner life was pretty lonely. longing for some company, she'd lift her head and howl at the goddess moon. maybe someone would heed her call? maybe not. 1/3 navigation 0/3 met someone new |