A Lovely Little Song
05-27-2013, 12:25 PM
Travelling and adventure excited the young she wolf as she ran away from home. Song ran with joy through what she once called her territory, she ran right past the boundaries she used to patrol. Her heart was pounding at the exhilaration that the freedom gave her. Her every move had been carefully watched ever since her birth, and now there was no one. Free. Free from the drills and lessons and the hours and hours poured into training. Song was able to decide what to do. It was her choice how to put her training into use. Did she want to run her parents pack? Heck to the no. Being accountable for all of those old cranky beings, she hated hunting for them as it was. No one would have ever known it though. Novel always insisted that we mind our elders. Some of those rules were just awful. Song was so much happier to be with out Novel. Survival training had been nice though. Thank goodness Dutiron thought of those lessons. In reality those lessons were the only time she had spent with her father. He was a wonderful being, he knew where her limits were and how far he could push her. The white wolf smiled at the thought of her father. Novel was so protective of her lesson time, Song had to sneak away from duties at times to spend lessons with Dutiron. Song padded through the forests, her feet taking her no where in particular. Taking care of herself was a lot more fun than she had been expecting as well. Hunting all on her own had been a challenge at first. She just let herself get too excited. After a moment of breathing, it was like the rabbit just hopped into her mouth. Actually it had, Song had coughed which startled the bunny into leaping from the bush in front of her. It darted for its hole unintentionally landing in her open jaws. But it had been a few weeks since that occurred. She'd scavenged a bit off of some ground bird eggs. The parents hadn't been too happy about that. A bit of fur was missing from her hind quarters because of that one. There were few scents to be had across her path, it was as though as soon as she decided to leave home the earth had become devoid of her species. It had been weeks since she had spotted, or smelled, one of her kind. Which in some cases was probably a good thing. Being on her own was the best thing that had ever happened to her, but it was incredibly dangerous. Her whole life she had the beck up of her parents. There was no one to call for back up anymore. Not that she was getting ready for any fights, but wolves were incredibly unpredictable. She could usually talk her way out of things, but not everyone listened to reason. She was ready for pack life again, what she wasn't ready for was having to accept another's leadership. She just had to keep telling herself that it wouldn't be as bad as Novel. She could smell the pack now, they were fairly close so she hoped it wouldn't take very long for someone to notice her. It was weird that she was going to try and gain acceptance, she had always granted wolves permission into her territory. Song wasn't exactly sure of the whole situation now that it was tured around. She knew it was better to get it over with. Sog threw her head back into the sky gracefully, her maw open and ready for the howl to dance from her lips. Notes cascaded out of her quietly at first, her confidence built with the sound and in moments her voice could clearly be heard. Speech |