Rushing Toward Disaster

*Callisto* · 05-11-2015, 12:43 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

The leggy, black and grey wolf traveled rather distractedly through the forest of new growth, paying no mind to the autumnal state of the trees or the fact scents of many different kinds covered the landscape. Whatever had drawn them here had since ceased, and with the big bunch of plants that she carried within her mouth clouding her sense of smell she could barely make sense of her surroundings anyway. As far as she was aware, she was the only one within the forest, except for maybe the little black cat that followed closely at her heels.

In the quiet, her mind roared. Leaving Ebony had felt like the right thing to do at the time. The pack had lost yet another ruler and was once more changing hands, and in the process a fight had broken out. It was all just pointless drama that should never have happened in the first place, but Callisto had been so irked by everything that she had gotten up and left without a second thought. It was only after the border was long behind her that she began to second guess her choice. She was a lone female wolf within her season, traveling alone with nothing but a cat and some plants for company, and she had nowhere safe to go.

Could she have set herself up for a worse disaster?

Growling, Callisto stopped abruptly and dropped the plants in her mouth with a huff, her nose wrinkling as she stared at the pitiful pile. Travel was not doing the plants any good, and her distraction had not helped. There were broken stems, wrinkled leaves, and, from the look of things, she had lost some of her store along the way. Her sharp, silvery-blue eyes panned over to the cat as she wandered up, her little mouth full of the thistle plants she had taken on the responsibility of caring for, and with much more care than her mistress she set the plants down atop the pile gently.

Well, at least they had survived the journey. Of all the plants she had in her possession, those were possibly the most important, especially considering the circumstances. Once a week, she had been instructed to take one of them, and so long as she did she would be infertile during her season. And just as the cat had suspected, she had warmed up to the plant rather quickly. There was some comfort to be taken from that, but still Callisto sighed heavily, sitting herself down before the pile of plants as she cast her sour gaze around to actually look at her surroundings for the first time during her headlong rush out of Ebony. No - Yfir. From beside her, the little cat asked, "So where do we go from here?" but Callisto had no answer to give and instead stayed silent.

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