Curiosity
01-03-2014, 08:03 AM
She still couldn't find that brute she had passed by so briefly in an encounter. He had seemed nice, and Arietta had wanted to see if he would be kind enough to enter a pack with her. But when she had gone back to look for him the wolf wasn't there, leaving Arietta with the cold loneliness she had been feeling since leaving her island home. She wasn't sure why she had stayed in the northern territories during winter... it was terribly cold... and yet somehow soothing. A soft sigh would escape the femme's mouth. The territory that she had come across now had once belonged to a pack, of that Arietta was certain. Old scents clung to the land, telling stories of those who had left this place. Why had the wolves here left? The female felt as though she was missing a huge part of the picture, though she had no way of learning what had happened here. As a loner she was doomed to not know what went on in the packs, though she wanted to. She was certain that she would find the right pack eventually, though she was still clinging to the small hope she'd come across that male again. Small, delicate paws would lead the femme on until she found what appeared to be the remains of what had once been the pack camp. Her nose would lead her over to one of the dens. The scent was strong... could this have been the den used by the alpha? The femme's blue eyes would shine curiously as she continued to circle around the camp, pausing to sniff at some old bones here and there. The way packs seemed to form intrigued the wolfess. She would turn as she neared the edge of the camp, tail wagging with curiosity. Maybe she could find out where the wolves had moved to. It would be an interesting journey. A goal to set for herself other than finding a pack. It would keep her busy anyway. Speech, Thought |