Long Road Back
01-20-2014, 07:57 PM
Ara had heard tales of the Valhalla pack, who lived in the west -- loyal and dedicated allies of her own pack. Of course, she could not help but wonder what knowledge they might have to offer her. She'd asked her father briefly if it might be okay for her to visit, and he assured her it would be fine. And so she would quietly decided to seek them out, intrigued at the type of wolves they might be.
But there was no pack on these plains, not like her father had said; of course, she hadn't heard news of the territory change. A slight frown would grace her youthful features as she explored, finding naughty but the faint remnant of a pack's scent, like a ghost left lingering on the lands. It was an eerie sight; in many places, the plains were all but decimated, and the setting sun cast strange colors over the earth. It would take some time for the scent of another to reach her nostrils -- someone who still lingered here.
She noticed a moment too late, before a painful cry echoed across the flat plains. The girl would freeze, gaze dancing about to search for the source of the cry. It was some time before she found it, and already the moon had begun to appear in the sky, towering boldly overhead.
"H.. hello?" She would call out in a slightly shaky voice, wondering if the wolf who had called out was hurt or in pain. It was a bit nerve-wracking to search for her in the darkness, oblivious to the kind of creature it might be, but she would never forgive herself if she walked away from a soul in need of assistance. "Are you okay?" She could see the woman's outline in the near distance, but little more than that.