Good First Impressions
04-26-2013, 01:13 PM
Quote:After her enjoyable trip through the Whispering Caves, Tahlia had ventured further south. The tangle of trees and lush vegetation drew thicker shadows here than they did elsewhere across the land, and the prospect of shade and cool air when everything still managed to be hot and muggy was all the encouragement she needed to stick to this path. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. There was still a touch of warmth to the air - it was summer; there was no avoiding it entirely - but the leafy vegetation shielded her from most of the direct sunlight and drew heat away from her as she brushed against their smooth surfaces in passing. Even the earth here was cool and damp, the combination lowering the temperature she felt until she was quite comfortable. All good signs, she thought. If the land, even in the heart of summer, could be this delightful, then certainly that meant others had noticed and taken advantage of it as well? Perhaps I need not search very far.
Sunlight spilled ahead through the trees, and Tahlia stepped through it hurriedly, not wishing to let it warm her more than it would, but nearly paused inside its rays. Her nose quivered, sensing and sniffing at the air that had wafted near, teasing her senses with something new. Scents. Rich and thick, they coated the forest here, many of them, ones that blended seamlessly into each other and others that overlapped, strange and foreign. A territory, perhaps? But with two presences upon the wind, it was hard to say. Scuffling ground then? But that seemed highly unlikely too. No scents of battle and blood were present. If she had determined anything it was that the two scents co-mingled rather...peacefully.
Intrigued, and excited by the prospect of having possibly found a pack's territory, the russet and black she-wolf inclined her head back and parted her jaws, singing skyward for someone of the territory to know of her presence and find her. It was polite enough, but eagerness had her slightly more demanding than she ought to have been, and as she closed her jaws and ended her howl she shifted to present herself humbly before those that should greet her. She stepped out of the sunlight and sat upon the ground, curvy figure folding neatly as she settled her tail demurely at her side. Her ears tucked becomingly against her head, which lowered respectfully, and her muzzle turned downward with her golden eyes fixing themselves on the forest floor at her feet. Yes. This would do, at least until they arrived.
Seated and now drawing on what patience she possessed, Tahlia awaited one of the pack, hopeful and eager to learn from them what she could and, if at all possible, decide where she ought to go from here.
04-28-2013, 06:27 PM