Floating Land

Unbreakable Survivor

As the child laid in the sand, she listened to the crashing waves behind her. Lips curled upwards the exhaustion clear. Yet there was pride resting upon tired lips. She had made it; Without drowning. The chill air met the golden marked youth, piercing her waterlogged fur. A shiver ran down her figure. She needed to find somewhere warm — and maybe try to dry off. It wouldn’t do the girl any good if she froze before she had the chance to explore this little floating land.

Turquoise optics blinked. How did this place float on the water anyway? Was it even floating at all? Now that the child thought about it, she couldn’t feel the land bob up and down with the water surrounding it. Weird. Rather than float on the water, maybe this place just jutted out of the water somehow. Like a tiny mountain. That was definitely an interesting idea. Lips pulled downwards. Still, a floating piece of land on water was a more intriguing theory.

So busy with her thoughts the yearling she-wolf failed to noticed the approaching shadow. The wind wasn’t blowing in the girl’s favor either, which didn’t help matters. She was upwind, the stranger’s scent unable to be brought to the child’s nose. The sand on the the shore also probably dampened the approaching figure’s steps. That and the noise the waves caused didn’t help any.

The voice that reached the yearling’s auds caused a jolt of surprise. Vivid gems opened and spotted two pristine white limbs in front of her. She was tall, this dark stranger. The girl lifted her head, taking in the inky figure, noticing that the woman before her didn’t seem all that friendly. The youth’s eyes widened and misted auds shrunk against her shadowed crown as nervousness overtook the child’s exhaustion. The woman’s question floated between them as the child tried to understand why this stranger seemed so agitated. ”I was trying to see if this place was floating on the water,” the girl answered, brows furrowing in confusion. Did this lady live here?

The wind shifted and finally the scent of pack hit the oblivious girl’s senses. Then it dawned on her like a bright flashing light. This was the lady’s home. A pack’s territory. A territory she had just trespassed on. Well crap. She had done it now. It was no wonder then, why the lady with sunset optics seemed so agitated. The girl had no excuses to give as to why she had trespassed. The striped girl slowly sat up, almost matching the woman in height, but displaying a non-threatening posture. She didn’t want to cause trouble. Well, any more trouble than she already had.

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