My Dear Daughter
04-13-2014, 09:36 PM
A few minutes of silence and urging himself to move to find his daughter, the man was ready to go. Sturdy limbs would lift the wolf off the ground and to only half of his height, stretching out each leg for a brief moment then finally rising to his full forty inch stance. With a deep breath and quick shake of his head the man would move on, moving at a steady walk. Many scents filled these lands, but no matter what, his family's scent would always stand out amongst them. Carefully he would follow his daughter's scent, head held just about level with his spine, paws carefully caressing the earth. It would take a bit to narrow down the scents into the freshest, but once he found it he would follow as if there was no tomorrow. Full attention was focused on this, ears perked up and facing forward, amber gaze watching the path ahead, watching for any obstacle that would attempt to keep him away. Before he knew it, she was right there. The man came to a stop at the sight of a white wolf with black markings laying out in the grass, eyes closed and body absorbing the warmth of the sun, despite the season's chill. Dark lips would pull downward in a frown at seeing her in such a condition, even if he wasn't able to be around to see how things went, he could see the sadness through her body, the toll it was taking on her. A silent sigh would slip past his lips, if only he had been there for her... Carefully and silently he would move towards her, not wanting to make a sound, hoping he would be able to get close enough to nuzzle Twig before she opened her eyes. The distance between the two shortened, neck stretching, his nose gently nuzzling into the girl's cheek, lips pulled back into a warm smile. Amber gaze awaited the beautiful purple orbs, waiting for that light to spark up at finally seeing her father in the flesh before her. "Ashley..." Voice was so soft, just barely over a whisper, sweet, loving. "normal. speech. thought. you." |
