I know who I want to take me home
12-02-2013, 04:23 PM
She had ventured from home once more, finding herself restless again. Her kind had been wounded and was healing. She could feel the tension within the pack, though no ones loyalty wavered. She hoped a pack meeting would be called soon, to settle her nerves. The woman paid no attention to her travels or where she went. It wasn't until she tripped over a root that she realized how far she had gotten. Picking herself up, the ebony woman shook the debris from her pelt, glancing around herself. Snow covered the trees and their roots, tiny streams had frozen over. It was an eery place. But pretty at the same. She continued forward, choosing he steps carefully now. Every so often she would slip on ice, her legs getting wobbly but she kept herself up. The ebony shadow stopped only when she found a root thick enough for her to sit on. Legs would push her up, claws digging into the root. It didn't provide much of a view, but it got her out of the chilly snow. Speech, |