Clever as the Devil, and Twice as Pretty
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Field Medic
05-31-2021, 04:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-01-2021, 01:37 AM by Irilyth. Edited 2 times in total.)
Irilyth frowned to herself while she paused beside a felled tree, sweeping her gaze around the forest in hopes of finding something—anything—that might give her a clue as to how much farther she had to go to get out of these gods damned woods. Everything all looked the same, and in the dimming light, even the few discerning directions she had been using before seemed muddied. She didn't think she had been walking in circles, but had she also been walking perfectly straight? Navigation had never been her strong suit so anything was possible she supposed. Hopping down from the boulder to the forest floor, Irilyth crunched a few leaves and twigs under tiny paws while she trotted through a natural pathway through the woods. Surely this had to lead somewhere, and if she kept walking straight, then she'd emerge on the other side somewhere, right?
The sandy gold fae tousled her coat and walked leisurely underneath a toppled tree trunk that lay resting diagonally against a standing oak, oblivious to anything above her line of sight, even directly above her head. As she emerged on the other side of the tree, she noted a faint scent that she hadn't noticed previously, just barely noticeable when she crossed beneath the tree. Irilyth paused, nose twitching as she sampled the air again. There, a light trace of something lingering on the still air. But... where? Irilyth turned and glanced back over her shoulder to find... nothing. The woods was empty, quiet other than the chirping of a few birds. Not even a breeze to rustle the branches overhead. But then where was that smell coming from, and why was there no trail leading anywhere?
Confusion furrowed her brow while she stepped under the tree trunk again, sniffing a few more times. Yep, definitely a smell of wolf, masculine and potent. She took a few steps backwards from underneath the fallen tree, scenting the air and finding the smell fading again. But that didn't make any sense. For a wolf's scent to be there, he would have to be right there! A realization struck her, confusion leaving her raspberry eyes for comprehension to replace it. Right here... or above her. Irilyth's head tilted slowly up, eyes peering upward and just barely noticing the splashes of white fur in the dying sunlight against the dark shadows and brown of the tree trunk. She couldn't see him very well from her vantage point almost directly below him, and even then she could only just make out the outline of his shape obscured by dark slate gray fur and darkening shadows, but he was distinctly male and big.
At first, Irilyth didn’t utter a word. She remained silent, staring up at the large wolf with curiosity and caution. Was he awake? Was he even alive? She couldn't tell from down on the ground. If he was, that meant he had seen her coming and hadn’t said a thing to her. Irilyth decided to wait and see if he addressed her now that he had been spotted. If he didn’t, she could assume he was asleep or dead and be on her way. But if he did…
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