NO LAUGHING MATTER
04-23-2013, 11:00 PM
The day had barely begun to pass in the summer month and the heat spread through the valley like a wildfire. The orange eyed wolf made her way back to her small den-site she had chosen just off of a grassy knoll that she had dug out herself. The den was big enough for two wolves, or for herself to stretch out, and it had a small opening for her to fit in. Eventually, she would have to widen it a little as she was still growing some, but for now, she was just right for it. When Gabriella heard the call, she had just slipped in to the entrance of her den, and she immediately backed out and listened. A meeting was it? Letting out a sigh, she dropped off the rabbit she had caught for the day and knew that eventually it might go missing if she were gone too long, and went to where the meeting was being held. Other wolves had already arrived when Gabriella approached the gathering. Some faces she recognized, and others she had not. Her pack-mates, as they were called, all were silent when walking in minus those greeting one another from time to time and awaiting patiently for the start of the meeting. Morphine had called the meeting, a wolf Gabriella had not yet met before the last meeting, and she looked at everyone else. Kaien she for sure recognized with no problems. Then, Gabriella noticed a rogue, one who came prancing in like it was nothing and she eyed the trespasser with a cold stare. Who said that a loner could come here all willy nilly and no second thought as to what the consequences were, Gabriella looked to the leaders for direction. "Well, well. Looks like we either have a very brave wolf who made a stupid decision, or a very stupid wolf who made a very brave decision." The venom laced on her tongue as the large bodied Gabriella stood and faced the loner with her neck partially lowered and her tail even with her spine, and her legs poised for launching upon command. The orange eyed female watched the loner with such a locking stare, it was as if she was peering into the very soul of the trespasser. Gabriella often wondered what compelled wolves of such a lack of intelligence to wander into another packs land all willy nilly with no second thought as to what the consequences might be, and wondered if they ever thought of their own death should they dare to cross the line. Gabriella wondered if the loner might ponder its death, should it realize the position it was in. |
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