Anymore
The corridor between the packs was crooked but mostly free of trees. The way space was like a no fly zone and Azalea didn't often wander in such spaces outside of situations such as this. Silence built as Azalea waiting, listening to the trees rattle in the wind and watching clumps of snow fall from branches and cascade into the sea of white below.
She looked around, slow and observing, wondering now if anyone would show up. Patience was never a strength with her but now she resigned to waiting, slowly and awkwardly posturing and adjusting as she tried to sit down.
As soon as she was seated, fully on her rump, a wolf would appear in the gnarled trees ahead. Azalea's eyes grew wide for a moment, seeing the mass of the wolf combined with their coloration. She wanted to believe it was Collision but of course it was not, just Odette.
The young woman came out of the treeline and out of her territory. Her call made Azalea realize that she needed to meet her and for a moment all she could do was look at the ground around her and laugh flatly. Great.
She strained her legs, moving slowly and cautiously and making a face as pain coursed through her broken limb. When she managed to get to her paws she ambled out to meet Odette, leaving a messy track in the deep snow. "Odette Adravendi! My you grew...and grew. I'm beginning to suspect I am the only one of our blood who got the short gene." She smiled warmly to her cousin who now towered over her. |