Fresh Air

Walk | Talk | Think

Her neighbors seemed to be prospering rather well, but still Laila felt apart from them. She may have lived on their territory, shared their prey sources on occasion, but the Gorge in which she made her home might as well have been rogue lands for all the time that she saw them within it. Were they afraid of her? She had behaved at their meeting, had earned the trust of their leader. What more did she have to do?

It puzzled her as much as it disappointed, and with a confused frown she had crossed Valhallan borders to get herself a little fresh air, to distance herself from the wolves who avoided her.

Her wide paws carried her to a new location, her amber gaze roaming across the red colored rocks absently and then upward where they climbed. This was an interesting place, with cliffs and high places and plenty of ledges to make her happy. Almost it made her smile. Scouting out one that might offer her the most sun, Laila kept walking.