You're like pollution
12-02-2013, 04:06 PM
"I want to face those sands again, that ocean of only sand. To do so I must grow stronger elsewhere first." Isabella though as she moved in in the land near the sands. Though that was what she though she felt another reason to move on in lands that seemed better for life, lands that would hold other wolves. As untrusting of others as she felt deep down she wanted pack life again. She wanted a rank, not a high one just one to give her a name to be called by and perhaps a reason to be looked up to. She wanted a den she could go to every night and not have it be empty, and she wanted those she could share her thoughts with.
Unable to admit this to herself, she was by no means ready to even think of finding a pack to call home. It wouldn't hurt to find others though, those who were like her or those that could accept her for who she was. Her fiery form moved over the snow as she thought, snow was no real challenge for her, she was used to it, she liked it and she could track best in it. Sure tracks were sometimes old or hard to find but she had a keen sense of smell and knew how to see tracks under the snow.
Of course, it helped when there was moment in the snow as there was up ahead. Isabella paused, her icy blue eyes looking at the from in front of her, a wolf playing in the snow. Part of her wanted to join in, but she knew she would not let that emotional side of hers be seen in front of others. Moving to where she could talk without shouting she spoke. "Greetings." The word was simple yet emotionless, as if she was at some high ranking meeting. Not a very social wolf, she was no sure what else to say until the wolf reacted one way or another. Her own stance was a confidant one, head and ears high and eyes locked on the wolf just in case here presence was met with anger.
Unable to admit this to herself, she was by no means ready to even think of finding a pack to call home. It wouldn't hurt to find others though, those who were like her or those that could accept her for who she was. Her fiery form moved over the snow as she thought, snow was no real challenge for her, she was used to it, she liked it and she could track best in it. Sure tracks were sometimes old or hard to find but she had a keen sense of smell and knew how to see tracks under the snow.
Of course, it helped when there was moment in the snow as there was up ahead. Isabella paused, her icy blue eyes looking at the from in front of her, a wolf playing in the snow. Part of her wanted to join in, but she knew she would not let that emotional side of hers be seen in front of others. Moving to where she could talk without shouting she spoke. "Greetings." The word was simple yet emotionless, as if she was at some high ranking meeting. Not a very social wolf, she was no sure what else to say until the wolf reacted one way or another. Her own stance was a confidant one, head and ears high and eyes locked on the wolf just in case here presence was met with anger.