I don't want to wake up on my own anymore
Precious babe would move with an easy serenity, paws placed carefully on a path she had followed many times before in her search for the life beneath the ice. Head was held parallel to her spine, lowered as to see where her paws would fall and yet lifted so crystalline eyes could scour her surroundings, drifting over the perfect ice and to the beautiful forest far below. Though only the tips of the tallest trees could be seen on days like today she had seen it all before. Seen the beautiful land far below, the still green grass and the lovely flowers. Often she found herself wondering what had happened here, had a great wave crashed through and flooded the whole place then frozen? Or had it been a more gradual thing? Had spring run off from the mountains slowly filled this area to the point where it had been over many years? A part of her needed to know but the logical side of her brain told her that she may never find out and that she would simply have to live with that. And so she was left with hunting for the evergreen tips. Though she had learned quite early on that even once the greenery unfroze and wilted the sticks still protruded from the ice and would quite happily jab the paws of the any who wasn't paying attention. She had always enjoyed the solitude of this place, enjoyed weaving her way through the tips of the trees as if she was apart of the petrified forest. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of another other then her brother, not since she was a child and had met the strange male from Glaciem who had mercifully fed her when she had been starving. Though her interactions with other wolves had not been unpleasant or bad she still found herself avoiding everyone she came across. So when the scent of another hit her the young babe would freeze, the muscles in her legs tensing to the point where she might as well have been a statue, leaning slightly forward and paw raised in mid step. She was frozen like a deer in the headlights, head having snapped around to follow the direction that the scent had drifted from. Large ears were poised and pricked atop her skull, swivelled forward to catch any sounds but already her eyes had locked onto the source. He was seated easily a fair distance away, looking pretty relaxed but it really didn't help her own situation as her raised paw began to ever so slowly lower to the ground as if any sudden movement might set him upon her. "Bon-" Her voice broke and croaked, usually smooth tones cracking painfully as unease tightened her throat. She was struggling with english still, having been around only her brother who had religiously stuck to their native language around her. Though her short time in the pack her brother had joined allowed her to understand english her sentences were still choppy and harsh. "Bonjour?? Hello?" Though the french greeting dripped off her easily the english equivalent felt awkward in her mouth like she was trying to spit out a bone shard that had gotten caught in her throat. She wouldn't move from her spot, now standing with all four paws planted firmly on the ground and leaning slightly away more out of habit then fear. A slight curiosity bubbled up within her chest but not yet strong enough to close the gap between them. |