Blossom
04-20-2015, 05:57 AM
A vivid sunset raged above a long-legged figure who moved, fluid yet cautious, between the young trees. Irelyn had spent near a week wandering, following meandering rivers and fleeting scents across the lands. She was yet to find a place to settle, to carve out her own place and take root. The honeyed female was adaptable and she knew pack life would suit her when she finally found the right place – but it had to be the right place, the right packmates and the right time. For now, Ire was killing time by exploring. The sight of the developing forest had excited her, for where there was new life there was the possibility of useful herbs, and her stock of herbs gathered during her travels so far was constantly at risk of running out. The willowy creature tilted her head up, muzzle pointing heavenward as cool green eyes took in the riot of colour happening above her. Soon the sky would be drained of its brightness, the evening stolen away by thick night, and Irelyn wanted to find somewhere to sleep before the switch took place. Her paws were placed with a little less care than usual owing to her fatigue – and she didn't sense the wispy male until the two were separated only by a few stands of young trees and bushes. Letting her eyes adjust to the dimming light and the demand of analysing another wolf's appearance, Irelyn spoke softly: “Good evening.” |