Safety in the Unnatural

Quote:The broad side of the ship loomed ahead, haunting and yet inviting, and Snap answered the call only she could hear. Her aching paw and aching body both urged her to hurry, to find some sense of shelter in or around the ship so that the strength she had nearly worn down to nothing could be replenished. Not once in here lifetime could she remember feeling this worn out, though she knew it was not for nothing. Had she hesitated any longer, she might not have made it at all and been lost amid the smoking remains of the land she had only just started to become familiar with. But as she limped along, she knew deep down it was really nothing to truly fret over. She had been alone and wandering before; she could easily survive that way again.

The lean grey wolf lifted her head slightly to peer upward at the tall, curved side of the ship as she approached it, her hobbling steps hesitating while she got her first real look at it up close. Never before had she seen anything like it, but sensing no smells or suggestions of life she knew it was nothing to be feared. Whatever it was was long dead, half buried in snow, and not likely to cause her any troubles. Her hopes of finding a decent place to rest had been answered.

And another hope, one that she had not entirely admitted to herself, was surprisingly answered as well as a voice spoke up, addressing her by name. Though instinct told her she should feel cautious and react accordingly, all she could feel was a strong sense of curiosity. She had not handed her name out to very many wolves, even within her pack, and so whoever this was surely must have met her at some point. An ear turning upon her head first, Snap turned her head to look over her shoulder at the speaker and blinked her pale yellow eyes in surprise.

The Tarkein of the Lentajin pack hurried over to stand with her, voicing her concern for the limping wolf's well being. For a brief moment, Snap's pale eyes shifted downward to take in her own favored paw and then rested her half lidded gaze upon her once Alpha. For having raced out of a land ravaged by volcanic explosions, she certainly looked better than Snap felt. Just the customary scars and eerie white eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Feeling almost rebellious against the destruction that she had played witness to, and subsequently ran from, and the strong sense of exhaustion that plagued her, the lithe grey wolf stretched her lips into a wide grin. "Never better," Snap answered with bold and humorous sarcasm, knowing full well the falsehood of her statement. But upon realizing that the Tarkein traveled alone, her expression sobered, as did her tone. "Where are the others?" she asked shortly, assuming the worst but willing to give the other wolf a moment to possibly correct her.

-- snap