for every high there is a low

Once more Qanik found herself far from home, far from the quiet redwood forest she'd grown so far from, to surround herself once more in the rich perfume of the orchard. This late in spring there was the beginnings of fruit as well as the blossoms. She gave a cursory sniff at some, but she'd moved on, disinterested in fruit. She'd been hoping to see Firesong again - stupid of her, acting like a love-sick adolescent. She should be back in Tortuga, training younglings and trying to pull the disparate members together into some semblance of a family. Instead she was here, again, acting foolishly over someone she hardly knew, someone from a rival pack at that. Besides, his pack was far from here as well. It was stupid to think she'd find him here.

The white wolf stretched herself out beneath the branches of one of the trees to rest and enjoy the beautiful land around her. A mini-vacation, of sorts. There was no point in having come all this way to simply turn around again just because the wolf she'd wanted to see wasn't there. Perhaps it was a spark of stubbornness as well, not wanting to admit that she'd completely wasted her time and effort in this venture, but she just wasn't ready to go back to silent Tortuga just yet.

The soft sound of pawsteps brought her head around to gaze searchingly into the trees around her. She didn't speak, but her body language made it clear that she knew someone was there, and that she was more than prepared if the interloper decided to attack.




speech.