crushing
Riva
05-01-2020, 08:18 PM
Hannibal had invited her to join his pack, and then he had vanished, and the pack idea seemed to have gone up and smoke, as gone as Hannibal had been. She had left Ashen, finding no reason to stay, and no attachment to its wolves. She had not gotten a chance to know anyone there, and maybe she had not given it a chance, but… she had felt it was time to move on. The seasons past, and the land recovered from the volcanic destruction, she sought herbs, and added to her stores. She kept to the quiet life of a loner, and wondered at the could-have-beens of her life. Of the brother she had discovered, and then re-lost, of the packs she had tried to join, which had crumbled around her. From Branch, to Hannibal, it seemed security of home wasn’t to be her life. Lost in the thoughts of her past, she absently picked at the weeds growing beside the river of the Deluge, intending to experiment with them later and discover any healing properties they might contain. She tucked away her findings in the rucksack she always had nearby. The sound of crashing brought her up hard, and raised her head in confusion, only to find the form of a wolf coming to a halt on the floor of the deluge not far from here. He stayed there, in a slump, and she rushed over. “Are you hurt?” she asked softly, approaching without fear of retaliation, and began nosing about his chin with her muzzle. She could scent blood in the air. “Nothing major it looks like, can you get up?” she asked, offering her own shoulder for him to climb up with. She noticed the tears, and tucked the knowledge away. They looked like more than just the shock of a tumble, but she would give it a moment and see. |
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