Hope
06-10-2014, 03:35 AM
Fever came and went, the heat making her miserable, when it was upon her- and chilling her when it left. She had left her small den, to find a stream to wash the blood from her face- the mark she carried of the epidemic that would surely destroy the land, when she scented a stranger. She tensed, as she followed the smell- praying that another pack hadn't taken advantage of their weakness. She was so tired, but she was the Queen, and she'd be damned if someone would attack her home without reason. As she came into sights of the strange wolf- she realized quickly that an attack was most likely not imminent. Crossing the Tortuga borders, she approached the stranger who looked.... like he didn't belong in such a cold tundra. Her ears pricked warily towards him, and she halted a few feet away. "Are you okay?". The words would leave her, a solemn tone- firm and in charge, if not a tiny bit wavering, as she stood, waiting for him to answer- so she could get back to the warmth of her den. Speech, |