Feels Like Home

Walk | Talk | Think

The meeting had gone well enough, or at least better than Laila had feared it would. No one had violently spooked at her being there, no one had reacted defensively, and the pack had not gone against their leader's wishes and chased her out. It was kind of a miracle, really. She had been so convinced that it would happen that she had been too surprised to act naturally around them, eyes wide and expression expectantly blank. Valhalla surprised her. And just a little she began to feel more comfortable living there too.

She had grown more bold after that, though out of a natural tendency she spied on her neighbors from afar. Their whole system was intriguing, the way they worked together, the way they socialized so much. How could they stand to be around each other so often, and with so many of them? It went against her own nature, which was why she had chosen the Gorge as her place of residents. With the cliffs that lined either side, she had felt most at home here, exploring the caverns shallowly and learning which paths were safe for her to follow.

She was there now, basking in a moment of calm and quiet. The angle of the sun shone warmly upon the ledge she sprawled upon, paws just hanging over the edge. Her cheek rested against her upper leg and her bright amber eyes were closed. For all appearances she could have been sleeping within her little patch of sunlight. But Laila listened, not tired but comfortable, letting her golden pelt warm while she still could with winter swiftly creeping up on them.