Dreaming 'bout Jamaica [Bera]
12-06-2014, 11:56 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Bera was considerably disappointed. She had struck out on her own, deciding to take a chance and make her own decisions for the a change, and she had been so sure she had chosen correctly. Yfir had been led by the same black masked woman who had led Ebony only seasons earlier and the way she had run the festival had seemed so promising. Even joining, she had felt promise in the air after reuniting with Freyja and gaining herself a mentor in the shape of her elder sibling. Everything had been going so well, everything had been on the right track, and it had all been taken away so easily.
Yfir was no more. Another wolf had won it, altered it, and let it fall apart without a care. The loss was deeply felt; how could the earth-colored wolf accept that her decision to leave her family, to pledge loyalty to a pack to gain what fighting knowledge they could bestow upon her, had all been for nothing?
She had stuck around, watching and waiting, half hoping that those others who had made up the pack beside her might still linger and band together to regroup, but there had been no such gathering. They had scattered, leaving her behind alone and somewhat bitter over the events that had transpired. It was only made worse by the changing seasons; the Emerald Valley, which she had long since decided was her favorite location outside of the pack's territories, no longer sported the verdant stems of stalks and grasses. It was nothing but a field of white, covered in snow and devoid of the rich color she had grown to like about it, and it was starting to lack the animals that had used the fruitful valley for the sustenance.
Hunting was tricky but not impossible, it just took a little more time, a little more care than before. Her paws, large and somewhat over-sized now that she had reached her first year, carried her at a brisk trot, her green eyes panning left and right while her nose worked to seek out a scent. What she found was no prey, and no stranger either. He stood starkly against the snow, a coloration that was practically a mirror of her own, and the sight of him so unexpectedly there after all their time apart stopped the yearling girl short. The scent, so familiar and comforting, caused a grin to quickly spread across her face.
"Thor!" Without thinking, tail wagging rapidly and excitedly in her wake, Bera raced toward her brother and did not stop even as she came upon him, only slowing slightly as she neared so that she could leap at him without worry of injury. "It's you, I've found you!" she exclaimed in obvious delight, licking at his cheeks and chin happily. She had thought to go search for him, her sisters too, but after venturing off on her own she had lost all sense of where they might have been. To stumble upon one of them so suddenly out of nowhere was a wish come true. "I've missed you," she mumbled into his thick coat as she nuzzled his chest, closing her eyes as a sudden well of emotions hit her. Homesickness had been a thing she had been able to set aside in the face of duty and training, but now, faced with one of those that she had missed so dearly, it was much harder to keep it all away.
Bera was considerably disappointed. She had struck out on her own, deciding to take a chance and make her own decisions for the a change, and she had been so sure she had chosen correctly. Yfir had been led by the same black masked woman who had led Ebony only seasons earlier and the way she had run the festival had seemed so promising. Even joining, she had felt promise in the air after reuniting with Freyja and gaining herself a mentor in the shape of her elder sibling. Everything had been going so well, everything had been on the right track, and it had all been taken away so easily.
Yfir was no more. Another wolf had won it, altered it, and let it fall apart without a care. The loss was deeply felt; how could the earth-colored wolf accept that her decision to leave her family, to pledge loyalty to a pack to gain what fighting knowledge they could bestow upon her, had all been for nothing?
She had stuck around, watching and waiting, half hoping that those others who had made up the pack beside her might still linger and band together to regroup, but there had been no such gathering. They had scattered, leaving her behind alone and somewhat bitter over the events that had transpired. It was only made worse by the changing seasons; the Emerald Valley, which she had long since decided was her favorite location outside of the pack's territories, no longer sported the verdant stems of stalks and grasses. It was nothing but a field of white, covered in snow and devoid of the rich color she had grown to like about it, and it was starting to lack the animals that had used the fruitful valley for the sustenance.
Hunting was tricky but not impossible, it just took a little more time, a little more care than before. Her paws, large and somewhat over-sized now that she had reached her first year, carried her at a brisk trot, her green eyes panning left and right while her nose worked to seek out a scent. What she found was no prey, and no stranger either. He stood starkly against the snow, a coloration that was practically a mirror of her own, and the sight of him so unexpectedly there after all their time apart stopped the yearling girl short. The scent, so familiar and comforting, caused a grin to quickly spread across her face.
"Thor!" Without thinking, tail wagging rapidly and excitedly in her wake, Bera raced toward her brother and did not stop even as she came upon him, only slowing slightly as she neared so that she could leap at him without worry of injury. "It's you, I've found you!" she exclaimed in obvious delight, licking at his cheeks and chin happily. She had thought to go search for him, her sisters too, but after venturing off on her own she had lost all sense of where they might have been. To stumble upon one of them so suddenly out of nowhere was a wish come true. "I've missed you," she mumbled into his thick coat as she nuzzled his chest, closing her eyes as a sudden well of emotions hit her. Homesickness had been a thing she had been able to set aside in the face of duty and training, but now, faced with one of those that she had missed so dearly, it was much harder to keep it all away.