When Heat Crosses
04-20-2014, 05:42 PM
It was becoming quite obvious to Rakshra that while gone Alacritis had suffered an earthquake. Not that it meant anything to her, when she left she had no remaining friends other than Bronze. In the back of her mind she always wondered what happened to him, but she expected to never see him again so she kept it in the back of her mind. The heat sank into her faster than a cat chasing a mouse. She was used to Glaciem and other colder places where her fur was meant to keep the heat. Now she was wishing all her fur would just fall off. It wasn't a great feeling, having your fur stuck to your body by sweat. Rakshra had no idea why she was here, or why she returned to Alacritis. She just never felt right anywhere else. But right now, this land didn't feel very homey, either. She raised her nose and sniffed the air, her ice blue eyes scanning the area she had landed in. She couldn't pick out the scent of any other wolves, which she didn't mind. She was quite used to being alone. The closest thing on Rakshra's mind at the moment was what pack she would join, but she was unsure if she was even going to join one. She would like to be the leader of a pack one day, or at least second ranked. She thought she deserved it. She was strong, fast, intelligent and many other things. Somewhat exhausted from her long journey, she stretched her legs and laid down to rest for a bit. |