Deep sentence
10-10-2014, 01:58 PM
Sometimes it felt like everything was crumbling under her paws. Sometimes it felt like it didn't matter what she did, sometimes things were just going to fall through. But, in this moment, she felt good. Right even. For this brief moment in time she was on top of the world. Flying high. Her first children were growing in her stomach, her and Vereux were doing well, Amalia had returned, the pack was as active as could be expected with their numbers. She was taking a lap around the edge of her territory, not so much a patrol than admiring the territory she lived in and grew up in. The pine trees towered over her and as she padded along the edge of the forest she peered to her left and saw the marble wash stretched out beside her. Everything was covered in snow, but it was the most beautiful thing she thought she had ever seen, except maybe for Amalia's eyes or Vereux's smile. But those things were beautiful in their own special way. She spotted a gray, marked form and she squinted, realizing it was Quelt. She smiled, stopping in her tracks and letting out a friendly bark to her fellow alpha. Speech Thought |
