Best I Can

*Qanik* · 04-01-2014, 08:12 AM

Qanik had been patrolling the redwood forest boundary near the snowfalls. An eerie feeling had been making her feel uncomfortable for the last hour, but nothing on the border seemed to account for it. Ghosting through the towering redwood trees, she couldn't help the way her pelt bristled; she half expected to discover she'd been being followed.

At first the faint rumbling beneath her feet went unrealized, though she glanced around uneasily. The vibration increased to an audible rumble and the ground began to shake in earnest, feeling much like a massive herd of bison thundering down upon her. When the ground shifted suddenly beneath her, Qanik very nearly went down. She leapt forward, ears flat against her head and pelt fluffed out completely in alarm, racing back to the packland. Just in time, as one of the redwoods crashed ponderously down where she'd been as the ground beneath it crumpled and it's roots could no longer hold it. It was clearly unsafe beneath the trees. Doubling back on her trail she sprinted out of the forest, dodging falling branches as the earth bucked beneath her, often making her stumble or sending her to her knees. She burst out into open land, but kept running. One last violent shake sent her tumbling end-over-end down a short slope, and then it was over.

Rolling to her feet, the white female remained crouched cautiously, waiting for the earth to move once more. She quickly did a check over her body, but it seemed she'd sustained nothing worse than bruising and a torn paw pad. She didn't remember that happening, but then again she'd been too focused on just getting away. She'd been lucky; her packmates may not have been. Whether the quake returned or no, she needed to get back to the packlands and seek out her packmates. They might be far more injured and in need of rescue.

But before she could take more than a few steps, a howl rose into the air from the direction of the gorge. Roman, calling for the pack to gather. A good idea, but Qanik hesitated, torn between meeting there or searching the lands for trapped wolves. It made the most sense to go to the meeting, see if anyone didn't show, and work from there rather than running around aimlessly.

Turning once more, Qanik loped as fast as she could. Without the adrenaline coursing through her, the torn pad was beginning to sting with each footfall, but the white wolf ignored it. Coming upon Roman laying battered just outside the gorge caused a momentary fear to shoot through her, but the alpha was alive and breathing. "Roman," she murmured with concern as she hurried toward her. "You're injured." Injured, and they had no healer. Qanik's pale pelt rippled in anxiety. What was she supposed to do if Roman was hurt badly? She knew nothing of healing. "I can go to another pack, find a healer who will help." She made the offer sincerely, but inside she was concerned. The other packs were far away; travel time there and back might be too long for a badly injured wolf to remain without care, and she still didn't know if she would be needed to search for missing pack members.

Speech,

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me