Head in the Clouds
11-30-2013, 03:30 PM
A strange sound disturbed the other wise quiet whistling of the wind. It was not the heavy thu-thump-thump of the large animals she was hoping to find here, or at least see from a distance. It was a pitter-patter-scuffle-thump of something much smaller. Aranya's ears perked and her nose quivered, trying to find where it had come from. It was intriguing! What on earth could it have been? If it was a threat, she reasoned, surely she would not have known until it was too late. As such she rose languidly, shook the snow from her coat, and jogged to the edge of the hill crest. Hmm, she thought. Nothing there. She turned the other way, and turned yet again, and then finally on the northern slope the stark white lanscape was broken by a small brown lump. As she approached, however, she saw it was not a small lump at all! In the snow before her lay a large, albeit emaciated male. Aranya frowned, sniffing. Who was he, where did he come from? He certainly did not look in the prime of health, and her heart twinged. His chest cavity rose and fell still, and so she called out. "Hello! Ser?" Of course she had no idea if this was a honorable wolf worthy of the title, or if that was even a styling used in these parts, but he looked down on his luck and she thought she ought to award it to him anyways. "Do you need any help, ser?" Spring was near at hand, of that she was certain, but for a wolf in his condition it might have seemed eons away. Speech,Thoughts, |