Spinning out of control
Laz
05-02-2020, 10:40 PM
She had her rucksack thrown over her shoulder, and her ribbon carefully tied to her forepaw. She never went anywhere without them. The two wolves had begun to make their way out of the Deluge, taking the steep hill upwards, and away from the quickly flowing river. She knew that the Prairie would be an easy place to camp - it would have fresh food, running water, and softly padded earth. She had visited it a few times looking for herbs, and had enjoyed the view. She was thinking how much more she would enjoy the view, with a certain tall, tawny, and handsome, when a crack sounded overhead. She hadn’t noticed the darkening in the clouds, it was getting close to evening, and the dimming sun had made sense with the timeframe. Shortly after the crack, the downpour began. It soaked the two wolves, and she frantically held her bag against her body. She stepped closer to her companion, using both their bodies to ensure her precious supplies would stay dry within the oiled material. “Where can we shelter down here? I don’t know this place very well!” she yelled over the hammering sound of rain, pressing tightly against, tilting her head towards him. it allowed her some measure of shelter beneath his chin as she spoke. |
