Wasting All These Tears
09-09-2013, 12:41 AM
The cool shadows of dusk covered the lands to the west. Crickets started their songs, the breeze rustled dying leaves. A brown figure moved with slow silence. Paws sore from non-stop traveling and yet the creature was very healthy for being alone. Odd marked pelt shined with health and muclses rippled smoothly under it. But there seemed to be a hard cold auora about the wolf. A sort of wall uncapable of breaking down. She moved with a stiffness like a storm system rolling in with a dark force behind its clouds. A gleam of danger flickered in pink and yellowed hued eyes. She moved with her head down, protecting her throat. Word was that there was a pack here with many healers. She was not in need of being treated nor anyone she knew. But there was hope she could find her dark colored sister. Sure the two were not blood related but she was the closest the warrior had to a family. She could remember her birth pack and everyone but they had abandoned her. Lips lifted at the memory and she shook her head. She would not think of it now, that could be delt with later. With a huff a strong scent crossed her path. Pausing she drank in the scent, no doubt a pack border was very close. She moved once more at a loop till her toes touched the scent border. Eyes narrowed as she observed what she could from the land and the scent. Many wolves lived here, a strong pack indeed. But was Imena willing to break out of her shy shell to come here? There was only one way to find out. Head tossed back to howl out. Her voice was strong, commanding yet respectful. She would sit down right there on the border and wait. Speech Thought Others |
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