Far From Home

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

It took a little while longer than she expected for sleep to come take her, but as she heard Scipio settle into the hay beside her it at last began to claim her in slumber. The timid little wolf slept well, untroubled by dreams or rogue thoughts that should slip below her into her consciousness and hardly rustled at all during the night. By morning, she was refreshed and ready for the trek back to her pack's territory, and grateful to note that both she and her newest friend had spent a restful night out in loner territory as she had hoped.

Slowly she started to come to, stretching upon the hay and rustling it gently with her movements. Dark brown eyes blinked open and with a few tries her surroundings began to come into focus. The hay, the field, the forest. Scipio. Mercianne turned her head to look at him, wondering if he slept or merely rested in wait for her to rise. The golden wolf appeared relaxed, though she knew he had been plagued by thoughts before they fell asleep. Did he still suffer from indecision on what he wished to do with himself? She had already given her opinion, encouraging him to choose the best option to suit him, but even she had no idea where his thoughts had eventually taken him, if they had taken him anywhere at all.

Not wanting to disturb him if he should still be sleeping, she lifted her head with a quiet yawn and remained curled up upon the hay, willing to wait for him to rise before considering what to do next.