An Unfortunate Wrong Turn
01-14-2014, 11:17 AM
Qanik wasn't entirely sure how she had found herself in this sun-forsaken forest, fighting her way through tangled underbrush. She'd left the red forest, intending to be gone only a short time on a combined scouting and hunting trip, and headed southward. Unfortunately when she'd turned back, she'd taken a path that led her directly into the heart of this forest. The fog made it difficult for her to tell direction, the moistness of the air dispersing her scent too quickly for her to follow it back to the path she'd mistakenly entered from. Something stroked along the top of her heavy head, causing her to instinctively flinch away, slip on the wet vegetation and fall right into a puddle left by the spring rain that had just recently passed. She flailed her way back to her feet before she could get stuck but the damage was done, her already-thin white pelt slicked down with muddy water and stuck with brambles and leaves. Qanik just sighed and continued fighting stoically through the brush, pausing only a moment in a futile attempt to brush the debris from her fur. What did it matter if she was a little dirty? It didn't effect her ability to move or defend herself, and she could hardly be vain looking the way she did even when clean. Besides, there was no one out here to see her anyway. She'd be a lot happier if she could find her way out of this mess and back to the comfort of her new pack, though. Speech, |