Nothing Left To Fear

*Felicita* · (This post was last modified: 10-17-2013, 12:15 PM by Felicita.)

Felicita trotted happily through the forest of willows, her delicate paws tossing up clouds of dust from the crumbled masses of dead leaves. Evening held Alacritis in its firm grip, the sun sinking through the hands of the heaven to rest on the horizon, a giant orange ball of fire. The fading rays of sunlight streaked across the sky, creating a myriad of red, orange, yellow, and pinkish hues. Felicita slowed herself to a stop and raised her snout to the sky, softly closing her emerald orbs. She inhaled deeply, relishing in the fresh scent of the earth around her. Fell smelled everything, from the dry dirt to the branching, dead leaves that clung to the willows. Winter had robbed the forest of much of its grandeur, but it was still a place of unequaled beauty.

Felicita continued on her merry way, with no real destination in mind. One would assume that she would be lonely all on her own, but the newness of her adventure remained fresh in her mind. She had just left her home pack about half a season ago, at the beginning of winter, when she turned two years old. Fell's family had vehemently opposed her leaving at such a tender age, but the young woman was beyond ready to go out and start her life, to conquer the world with her own four paws. She had firmly reminded her family that if she was able to breed, she should be able to leave home. Felicita's father was the only member of her family to support her in her endeavors, and she carried his words with her even now: "If you want to conquer the world, il mio piccolo fiore, you go out and you conquer it. Just don't forget about us little people when you're on top of it. Go! Go, and be brave. Be proud, and be successful. I love you, la mia bella figlia. Arrivederci!" Every time Felicita began to lose faith in herself and in her capabilities to achieve the impossible, she brought those words to the forefront of her mind, and they restored her hope in seconds.

Felicita breathed another deep sigh of contentment, happy with who she was and where she was headed in life. She continued to follow the natural trail that the placement of the willows had created, until she came upon a small, secluded pond. The small, stagnant body of water may have been sitting still, but it was still clear and beautiful. But then again, Felicita picked out the good in everything and everyone, doing her best to ignore the bad. The beautiful young fae padded quietly to the waterfront, pausing to stare at her reflection. Felicita was not a vain wolf, but she knew how to recognize beauty, and she knew she had it. Her fur was a complex mixture of chocolate, cream, and white, lending her a very warm appearance. Add that to the soft, downy texture of said fur, and Fell appeared as a Goddess cloaked in the furs of an ermine. The girl wriggled in pleasure at her appearance and lowered her head to the water. She did not have far to lean, due to her small stature. Felicita's salmon tongue lapped at the ice-cold winter water, shivering as the liquid coursed it's way down her throat and into her stomach.

When her thirst was sated, Felicita returned her head to its prideful, upright position and began looking about for a place to rest. She had traveled almost non-stop, only stopping to sleep and eat, and her paws were aching and her muscles begged for a break. Normally the femme would wait until the moon was risen and the stars peeked out from their hiding places before she would find a place to rest for the night, but this night, Fell was going to turn in early. She searched, and found a cushioned hollow underneath a protruding willow root. The natural, if very small depression in the earth, was filled with dead leaves and soft dead grasses, creating a very comfortable place to sleep. Felicita thanked her lucky stars; in her travels, rarely did she find such a convenient resting place. However, Felicita was not quite ready for sleep. She circled in front of her makeshift den a few times, and then curled up in a last ray of sunshine, hoping to absorb as much heat as she could before the sun set for the night. Fell's head remained upright, her ears pricked, simply observing and appreciating the beauty of her surroundings.

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