The fear of flight
10-03-2013, 10:10 PM
Alamea |
The winter had brought with it snow, among other things. The girl was irritable, experiencing her first heat, she swished her tail along the ground and flicked an ear. Her rose gaze scanned the horizon. Perhaps she ought to be hunting but she could hardly summon up the effort to stand let alone chase down prey. So she would stay where she was, maybe she would attempt to socialize again, though that seemed even less likely. She sighed and closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the scents of her pack to flood her senses, the rustling of the dry grass the only sound she heard. |