Native Song

*Surreal* · 09-11-2014, 11:01 PM

Surreal Adravendi

Surreal padded lightly along the grassy expanse, eyes alert, movements stealthy. A few days ago, she had explored the Orchard, to the south and a little west of this place. She had smelled the bison from this direction, and she had come back to investigate. Now, crouched at the top of one of the many strange hummocks that made this lush place into a rolling prairie, she cast her eyes around, catching sight of many, many humped brown and black backs; smelled the scents of many bison. Her mouth watered. A smile pulled across her muzzle. Oddly enough, she could imagine living here. Oh maybe not forever, of course, but for a time, until the plains could be won back, it could be a place to live for them all.

She straightened, turning away from the herd of massive beasts of prey, and descended the rise she?s been crouched upon, pausing as she spotted a dark space in the side of the hill. She approached it cautiously, dipping her head in and sniffing. She sneezed, stepping back. It smelled of ancient, ancient death. Far older than her mind could fathom. Yet it also smelled faintly of other wolves. Stale scents, the owners long since moved on to other adventures. She did recall that this land had once been under the rule of Seracia, before it had fallen. She turned away from the dark hole in the hill, taking off at a quick trot, coming to the edge of the Orchard before slowing and stopping to look over her shoulder at the knolls. ?It?s a possibility? She mused absently aloud to herself.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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