guess I haven't thought small in a while
for Raven
12-30-2022, 04:43 PM
Rhian wandered over sand on a sunny day, weaving between greenish cacti taller than two of her standing on each other's backs. She was alone, but that was nothing new. She didn't mind it. Someday she'd have her pack around her; sometimes she even imagined them around her now. Right now, they'd be spread out, looking for food, maybe, or good places to sleep. Maybe Rhian's closest allies would stay by her, and they'd talk, brushing fur against fur, about what they wanted home to look like. They'd all obey her every command, cloy for her entertainment, live and die at her side. And if that wasn't love, what was it? Her nose twitched at the scent of a wolf who was strangely familiar, though she couldn't quite place who it was, and she glanced around, looking for whoever it was. |
Rhian has a lisp due to her elongated fangs, which I may or may not actually remember / care enough to write out!