No den??
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04-14-2020, 03:20 AM
H E S T E R
The night was lukewarm, but the bite of fall was slowly beginning to take hold, underneath the scents of summer, which were fading with each day gone by. The moon graced the sky, and the stars were faint, though she could still count them if she tried. Hester blinked slowly, and though she laid on her belly, upright as she always was, sleep was slim pickings this night. A pack -- she'd joined a pack after finding this land so soon, something she hadn't expected. That had been her goal, even if she hadn't expected it to happen so easily. She'd craved family so badly in her youth, and now that she'd possibly found the beginnings of it, she hadn't the faintest idea what to do with it.
Shuffling sounded nearby, but there were wolves all around, sleeping, and she expected that it was one of them rearranging themselves. That proved untrue, though, when a hulking figure stepped into her view. Hester tensed, ready to shoot to her paws -- when he tripped. Over her. She grunted low in her throat and cocked a head, turning to watch the wolf right himself. Wings flared wide, and Hester gaped.
The young wolf carried the scent of the the pack, and satisfied with that, Hester relaxed. "Have you four left paws instead of two or each?" she asked, amusement clear in her tone.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
The night was lukewarm, but the bite of fall was slowly beginning to take hold, underneath the scents of summer, which were fading with each day gone by. The moon graced the sky, and the stars were faint, though she could still count them if she tried. Hester blinked slowly, and though she laid on her belly, upright as she always was, sleep was slim pickings this night. A pack -- she'd joined a pack after finding this land so soon, something she hadn't expected. That had been her goal, even if she hadn't expected it to happen so easily. She'd craved family so badly in her youth, and now that she'd possibly found the beginnings of it, she hadn't the faintest idea what to do with it.
Shuffling sounded nearby, but there were wolves all around, sleeping, and she expected that it was one of them rearranging themselves. That proved untrue, though, when a hulking figure stepped into her view. Hester tensed, ready to shoot to her paws -- when he tripped. Over her. She grunted low in her throat and cocked a head, turning to watch the wolf right himself. Wings flared wide, and Hester gaped.
The young wolf carried the scent of the the pack, and satisfied with that, Hester relaxed. "Have you four left paws instead of two or each?" she asked, amusement clear in her tone.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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