Fire and Ice

Paws glided over the forest underbrush, barely kissing the earth as they touched. Such a gentle touch from a powerful stride. Muscles rippling beneath her pristine coat glistening in the evening light. Shadows began to stretch from the trees and blend with the growing darkness that crept in place of the diminishing sunlight. The reddish evening hue made it seem as if the trees were bleeding, especially the ones that still held fast to the few rosebuds that remained on their branches. Unrelenting, she pressed on through the forest, regal in her swift movements. With her head held high, and tail held just above her back, she appeared to be a wolf of arrogance. A touch of a prideful glimmer in light violet eyes only added to the effect, but were nothing more than a mere mask, shrouding what lurks beneath.

Creamy fur against the growing darkness with places of ivory and obsidian tipped ears were easy to spot. Yet, she made no effort to conceal herself. Out in the open she traveled upon weary paws. White tipped tail swaying behind her with curiosity coursing through her veins. The young female was inquisitive to learn what these new lands had to offer, what secrets the shadows secure, and what new sights the light has to bring. A burning desire warmed her chest as she trotted along, weaving through the throng of shrubs and rosebud trees. Black, leathery nose twitching to pick up faint scents that drifted on the gentle breeze. There was a mix of wolves and prey that tangled together, but one scent in particular stood out. It was the scent of a rabbit which she was nearly upon. Licking her lips hungrily, her eyes peered around for it while her gait slowed to a slow walk. Tilting her head to the endless sky hidden behind tree branches, she smelled the humid air again. There was not one, but two rabbits. Her long journey may of made her weary, but hungry as well. At the moment, hunger was what was driving her forward.