Closer
05-22-2014, 04:46 PM
Qanik's feet measured a slow beat as she meandered through the territory, only patrolling because she had nothing else to do to keep her mind off things. Head and tail drooped, ears flattened to the sides, as she trudged through the snow. It had been a year since her family pack had been destroyed, a year since she had begun the journey to the red wood forest. She was low, she knew it, but she could seem to do nothing to help herself. Every step felt heavy with self-loathing, with depression, with... loneliness. She might very well be the last one of her family alive, most slaughtered a year ago by a would-be empire, the rest maybe starved or killed in the months since the pack dissolved. Because of her. Her family line would die with her. A sudden scent attracted her scant attention, and she forced herself to change course, to investigate. She shortly came within sight of the border, and a rogue male there, seemingly ill at ease. He was on the proper side of the border, though, so when Qanik made her approach she made it with no aggression at all. Slowing to a stop before the multicolored male, she studied him quietly for a moment. "You stand at the edge of Tortuga territory, stranger," she finally said softly. "I am Qanik. Is there something I can help you with?" She made no mention of her rank, selfishly wanting to set aside the responsibility for the moment and be just Qanik, as she had been a year ago. Speech, |