Pennies, nickels, dimes. I'll take them all.
03-27-2015, 08:33 PM
An anxious sigh passed the woman's lips. Several feet ahead of her was the heavy scent of a pack border. She had tried so hard ever since she left her father to live on her own, but she could feel herself getting more and more slender. Her ribs were beginning to show through her pale coat. They probably would have been more prominent than they were if she didn't have her thick coat to hide them. She got by okay, but she certainly wasn't able to hunt well enough to really even support herself. She wasn't sure why a pack would even want to take her in with her disability and narrow skillset, but perhaps she would find one willing to take a chance on her. That's what she hoped as she took a few careful steps forward to move closer to the pack's border before letting out a howl to call for someone from this pack to meet her here. Her voice was calm despite the nervousness deep in her bones. She kept repeating to herself to be polite, use her manners, don't accidently bite other's heads off for comments on her blindness. If they said no it wasn't the end of the world. Sighing again, she settled onto her haunches, sightless blue eyes looking out into nothing while she waited for the sound of pawsteps and scents of strangers. |
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