Broken Roads (Joining)
01-19-2015, 02:56 PM
Seska paced about ten feet away from the packs border on aching paws, their bright eyes scanning the area nervously, inhaling deeply, taking g in the clear scent of the border . They licked their muzzle, debating turning around and leaving. Swallowing deeply they let out a weak, broken, quiet howl, growling at their self with growing frustration. They paced some more, figuring no one would have been able to hear them. They sat down with a determined look The worst they can do is turn me away, right? They thought. They pointed their muzzle to the sky and let out another howl, putting all their malnourished frame had into it. Once they stopped they stood, backing another few feet away from the border, sitting down again, shifting their weight nervously between their paws.