i'll go so high my f e e t won't touch the ground
04-06-2013, 02:42 PM
The gray and white female had wandered significantly, her paws carrying her where ever they would. She had no destination in mind, no place to go, not really. So when she found herself on an endless plain, Sheylie was not too perturbed by this. Tail wagging slightly, the female bounded forward, leaping through the thick grasses. There didn't seem to be a care in the world on her face, though in all honesty, she was more conflicted than she let on. A lot had changed recently, but she wasn't going to think about that! Not right now. Today was a pleasant enough day, though the wind battered Sheylie occasionally, strong gusts hitting with enough force to make her stumble occasionally. Still, the female padded along, ears swivelling happily as she made her way through the tall grasses. Today was a nice day, though rather hot. Would she ever be entirely comfortable in these lands? They were very different from her home. Which was another thing she didn't want to think about right thing. Today was going to be a nice, happy, unconflicted day. With that in mind, the female tilted her head back, letting a short howl escape her, calling to any wolves nearby. The thought that any might have any less than savory intentions was far from her mind; Sheylie just wanted to see if any others were out here as well. These plains were large, after all. They would be an interesting place to explore. Even better with a companion. Though Sheylie would probably not be the most talkative one if any answered her calls. She was quieter, and wasn't feeling particularly talkative. Not in this weather. A gust of wind surprised her, making the female stumble and nearly fall. Blue eyes blinked as she glanced around, resettling her paws as she listened. Had anyone come to answer her call? The question would only be answered if anyone appeared, padding through the thick grass that limited Sheylie's view of the world. "Talking!" |