Desperation
09-06-2013, 09:57 AM
Evening had fallen on Valhalla and in the early fall heat, cicadas chattered in the trees setting a constant buzz only disturbed when one of the winged insects was chased from its seat. Azalea lay in the grass with a squirrel in her paws. She looked quite pleased with herself, ears pressed firmly forward as she plucked fur from the thick tail. The carcass had already been started on, a large hole in its midsection. The princess was mostly playing with her food, not as hungry as she had thought or perhaps just not content to be having squirrel. Rabbit had been on the menu but in chasing one, fate brought the other into perfect symmetry with her attack. She was bound to lose the rabbit so she made the snap decision to spring on the unaware squirrel. After completing the meal to her content she got up and proceeded toward the border. It was the closest well beaten path and would lead her to the easiest trail back into the heart of the territory. The grass tickled her underside, dry and rough to the touch. Azalea padded slowly along the border, happy to slow down and take her time.
She hadn't gotten far before she was stopping completely, the little red headed heir looking over to see a wolf right outside the markers, under a thick oak. "Excuse me," She began, aware the wolf was sleeping. Amber eyes cast around, looking for signs of companions. From what she could tell, the wolf was on her own. |
