Difficult Enjoyment

Walk | Talk | Think

Perhaps it was being confined to the island that had caused her to go seeking new places outside of the pack's territories. It was not like she felt confined in them either, especially considering the new additions to Valhalla's claim. A large expanse of land to cover and investigate, but no, she was beyond that, past the border and into unclaimed, unfamiliar land. It eased the itching in her paws, but it instilled in her an uneasiness that stemmed from one of the last visits she had made beyond the borders, an incident that had not ended well for her. She still had the scar to show for it.

But the lands were quiet so far. That very well could have been from a lack of interest for there certainly was little as far as greenery and vegetation to attract the eye, at least in comparison to the lush, green valley that she made her home in and those few lands that surrounded it. Sandy stone and some trees scattered around an empty lake were all that this place had to offer, and though it lacked in vibrant appeal, at least to Ashtoreth's gaze, it did seem to reward her with a lack of company. Any other day she might have felt disappointed in the loneliness, in the lack of life that this place harbored. But considering her mind was still teasing her with thoughts that she might be in danger, that there could very well be more crazed strangers just waiting to catch her off guard, the silence was welcome.

Already she was growing eager to go back, however. Without being comfortable, it was difficult to enjoy the place, and the sooner she got back on familiar ground the faster she would ease out of this funky feeling. So the path she had been carving alongside the dried up wash was shifted, paws carrying her across sandy stone up the bank toward the trees and then hopefully beyond to where the Vericona Plains awaited her return.