Prodigal
12-20-2014, 02:20 PM
The little girl hadn't been here long, it was possibly the only thing she did know. Being around Roman, after all she did tend to leave without another word. Perhaps she got that from her mother. Sarka was at her full height now, which, wasn't very tall. However she was not the shortest of wolves, she knew that from seeing some others. The huge difference was her fragile body though, very slim, looking like her bones would break if you lightly tapped her. Sarka had always looked little, even if she wasn't the smallest. She had been dealing with her mothers disappearance on her own, she cried forever the second night. She ran away, until the man known as "father" came along. After that, even her siblings had felt distant, and her dad was a total stranger to her.
She met some good wolves though, a pup much like her. Though his name she did not know, because like her he did not speak. As her little white paws carried her to the sound, her crystal eyes sitting on that dark head of hers widened. Her mother? Sarka's jaw locked, she felt like she was going to go into a clear panic mode. Her muscles tightened and she swallowed, just watching the larger woman. Sarka didn't know how to react, to run into her arms, to be mad, no she couldn't ever be mad it wasn't in her DNA. Her tail drooped a little as she crawled onto her stomach inching a little closer. The only way she knew how to approach and still feel comfortable without freaking out as she looked up at her mother. |
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