I'm Out for the Count
10-11-2013, 10:20 PM
The Snow Rogue princess was out and about early that morning. She already knew that getting up before anyone else was going to be ingrained in her mind for the rest of her life. If she didn't get up before the birds started to sing, then she would feel out of sorts and guilty for not meeting the sun. The only downside to getting up early meant that she would be asleep before other wolves. Her counter thought for that was if she did miss anything, then it must have not been so important to let her sleep. On that brisk, wintery morning, Odette was curled up on a small grassy knoll. She had found the perch a few days before after searching for small crabs to eat for breakfast. The lack of seafood from the winter season had started to show on Odette's features. Her skin stretched across her ribs whenever she exhaled, making them and her malnutrition obvious. The fur that she had inherited from Gargoyle was now matted and dull, no longer showing the lust and shininess that came from her parents' genes. Her stomach growled hungrily beneath her, but she clenched her muscles and closed her eyes to ignore its sounds. An unfamiliar scent swept across the breezes that flowed across the beach. Her nose became tickled and she opened her eyes to look up. Red and blue opts searched for the figure whose scent had reached her, and it didn't take long for her to see the female. Dying from hunger, Odette didn't want to move from her spot. Instead, she let out a wimpy howl, forlorn and tired. She wondered what the female would do, but if she turned out to be a mean wolf, Odette would run. Talk like this |
