Ghosts of the Past

*Aranya* · 12-24-2013, 12:12 PM

We all want something to hold in the night
We don't care if it hurts when we're holding too tight

Aranya's childish statement was met with amusement from the older wolf, but she did not mind, and had expected it to some degree. She laughed as well and shrugged. "Well, I certainly wouldn't be able to make something like this. If I could, I'd make a den so large none would equal it. It would be opulent and lovely. I fear I'd never leave." She chuckled at the picture she had painted for herself. Such a foolish girl... She rolled her eyes. "I suppose it's for the best, then!" She stood and trotted a few feet further down the hall, looking for anything else.

She noticed several minute features, each more fascinating than the last. The base of the walls had a small story carved into them, or so it appeared. Creatures she guessed must be two-legs rode atop strange, antler-less deer, and chased small creatures. Foxes, fowl, stags. She must have present an odd sight, side-stepping with her snout so close to the crease of the floor and wall. She looked up, her ears perked upwards, a glint in her eyes. "Fermin, look at this!" she said, voice full of pleasant surprise. "It's a picture of a two-leg hunt. They must have been quite grand, to hunt so many creatures at once." She was impressed, and fearful. On such large deer, she was certain they could have ridden down a wolf as easily as a fox.

"Speech," Think

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