I Touch Myself

In the dimming light of the evening, the woman continued her pursuits south. She didn't like straying from her territory too far. She would eventually need to seek out the packs in the Southern regions and meet their rulers, but today, she was out for personal reasons. She needed some space to clear her head. A lot had happened in such a short amount of time. From seeing Fugue to the earthquake. It had been emotionally tumultuous. A night away to clear her mind was well needed. The orchard that now held her interest spoke of once beautiful place. She could smell fruit, some apparently still grew here. Curiously, she would look up at the trees as she passed under them, her dark violet eyes twinkling in curiosity in the dimming evening light. The smell of both fresh and rotting fruit was nearly over-powerful, but it was also an interesting change of pace. She wondered how the trees had grown these neat, as if someone had planned it. It was such a curious thing.

Rearing back on her hind-legs, she lunged upward her jaws coming to close on a small fruit. As her teeth punctured its skin, she could taste a sweet liquid. And she remembered, it was an apple. That was why the smell was so familiar. She landed back on the ground lightly, her tail wagging in slight excitement. She had eaten her first apple back when she was traveling to find her father. She had witnessed another rouge eating one, and had to see what the fuss was about. She loved them! Resting onto her rump, she gently moved her jaws so that she could eat the fruit, her mind buzzing with past memories. When she was done, she looked up- taking a deep breath, she could scent another. Who else was there? Pushing herself to her paws, she looked around- waiting for the other wolf to get closer.