Of Wolves and Water

Cold water hit the back of Rina's throat as she lapped up the cool water from the fast running stream. Beads of the blue, fresh water clung to the fur on her chin as she raised her head. Quickly shaking them off, Rina stood up and continued downstream. She had been wandering for almost a year now, and the days and months were starting to merge together. There was nothing in her life to distinguish the different days apart. She knew barely anyone in these lands, she went unnoticed. Perhaps she just wasn't interesting enough to be noticed...


Rina lifted her crown to take in the scents around her, brown and green gaze sweeping the horizon. A scent came across her nose, a female wolf, on the far bank. She smelled young. Rina's gaze found a form a few feet down stream. She sat sitting by the side of the bank. The female had beautiful markings, very unusual. Rina wasn't in the best of moods, but no-one would take notice of her if she didn't make an effort. Hello there! she took a few steps and faced the dame from across the river.