From the Thrift Shop Down the Road
08-07-2013, 12:10 AM
Exploration of her new home, the experience was occupying her quite entirely. Her form could be spied in all corners of the Sparse Pines. Her rosey paws showed expertise as they carried her through the green grass. The temperature was mild, even though the summer's sun was directly overhead. Her sky hued eyes were searching for an adequate place to den, she wished not to be so close to the other she wolves who lived in the pack. She was there completely because of her King and none other but herself. A pale nose found its way to the entrance of a deep hole, a bit more round than she. There was the scent of another to be found, but it's staleness told her the owner was very much long gone. Maybe this was where she would rest. |