Homesickness
Faith + Pleione
05-26-2022, 10:04 AM
It hadn’t taken long for Pleione’s emaciated form to begin filling back in. She’d retained most of her muscle mass despite the starvation, and now that pack life afforded her a steady diet she merely looked lean and slender instead of half-dead, her previous lush sheen already returning to her fur. It left her looking younger than she really was, like a scrappy, leggy yearling who had wandered away from home. Around some of the massive wolves from this land, sometimes she felt like a half-grown pup. It was embarrassing knowing that even at her full potential, she’d never truly stand shoulder to shoulder with someone like Venom. Mid-winter, it would be a long time still until she’d have a chance at her full potential. Every second that she wasn’t at her best felt like a gut wound painfully bleeding her dry. Pleione stiffened as a shift in the breeze bode her warning of a stranger’s approach shortly before a voice called across the field. Even from here she could see the way the giantess towered on slender legs like stilts, her fur glinting with flashes of pale blue like sunlight on snowflakes. Pleione’s ears pressed back flat against her skull, tail held stiff and level with her body, defensive and fully at attention in an instant. “Who’s asking?” she called back, as if she knew enough about the other packs to judge her as friend or foe by a name. |