step into the sun
At last they had left for their trip. The state of Threar had returned to its normal self, telling her it was finally the right moment to embark. She hoped her mother wouldn't blame herself for delaying their anticipated plan. Perhaps now was the best time to depart seeing as her younger siblings had rapidly grown even more and the fact that they would escape the worst conditions by leaving a season before winter. It had been the longest distance her limbs had ever carried her across. Although she usually kept herself active with her regular sprints along the shore, there was a new terrain beneath her paws. The temperature had noticeably dropped as they neared the northern region which was accompanied with a gradual build of snow scattered across the landscape. The trip would be her second time leaving the familiar lands she was accustomed to. This journey would hopefully leave behind vivid memories in her mind unlike the fuzzy puppy memories from Threar's evacuation to the Shrine. The trip itself was quiet with a few conversations to help take her thoughts off of her exhausted paws that refused to take a break. When her voice wasn't put to use, her mind was busy swallowing the unique images and scenery crafted before her. If only she could travel more often and experience new sights. Would there be more travelling in the future?
Her expectations of Glaciem were dearly held high. Although the pack was located in a different landscape with a completely different family residing in it, she still expected there to be a significantly strong scent marking the territories (unless that wasn't how the northern marked their borders). However, no other smell but their own filled her nose, providing her with only explanation that they still had more ground to cover. Yet her father halted his trekking and let out a howl in an area that held no pack scent. Was this where Glaciem reigned? She cast a crestfallen gaze across the waterfall similar to the one back home, coming to the conclusion that the landscape was abandoned of pack life. The territory was quite pretty in its splendid display of white; how could anyone leave it?
"They could have moved." She weakly mumbled in response to her father's ominous whisper. Earlier in their journey he seemed positive and determined about their route and destination. Why place doubt in her father's navigational skills? Surely there had to be a more logical reason other than they were lost, but the behaviour of packs clearly wasn't her area of expertise.
"Speech" |
