hazy thoughts.

A female's voice woke her and her blue eyes fluttered open, focusing their gaze on the white fea. She lifted her aching head, her ears perked forward to catch any more conversation directed toward her. "Oh, hello. I'm just so tired... and my whole body hurts," she said with a hint of a whine in her voice. "I don't know what happened... maybe I fell." Her voice trailed off into silence, her gaze never wavering from the female before her. The white wolf seemed to be about the same age Maren was. The feeling of tiredness hadn't quite gone away, lingering on her consciousness like a bad dream. Something told her it wouldn't be so easy to get rid of, although she wasn't sure why she felt that way. Taking in the appearance of the other wolf, she was jealous of the female's unique markings.



Maren shifted, wincing as she did so. "I'm sure something's broken, I can feel it. I'm in such pain," she sighed. Honestly, there wasn't much blood at all. Hardly any of her fur was matted, and there were just sore spots along her body where she'd landed on rocks. From another's eyes, she might just look over-dramatic, but Maren would assure them otherwise. She spared a glance at her coat, which was now knotted and stained. A disdainful look twisted her dainty muzzle as she examined all the spots. She wasn't all that worried though. She would always be the most beautiful wolf in anyone's eyes no matter what she looked like, that much she was sure of.



This wolf before her looked interested in her well-being, and who wouldn't be? Maren felt that all living things existed to please and compliment her. The russet wolf had no doubt that the white female would try to take care of her and, in a way, expected it. This feeling came out of nowhere but she was convinced that it was right. Else, why would it have popped up?