Post by Silve on Nov 7, 2008 19:52:55 GMT -5
A golden leaf was pushed by a sudden rough wind, falling with a swish and sway, slowly drifting to rest on a pile of its brethren. A carpet of the like was spread in casual disarray, beautiful in its random nature. The dried leaves crackled at even this, the slightest of disturbances. Further into the trees, near a trickling little forest stream, the leaves had a larger disturbance to contend with. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Trotting silently along the stream a silver shape materialized into a three-year old slender female wolf. At a glance she seemed downfallen, wondering where she was, why she was, and how she came to be there. Her azure gaze did not vary in the slightest from their focus on the ground she stepped on. She barely noticed the breeze that stroked her fur and caused another small shower of leaves to fall. The only thing that broke her revery was when she did not notice a meandering turn from the stream's straightforward and splashed into the freezing, brackish water. Her entire front end was soaked as she backtracked, shuddering at the cold it brought as another wind raked through the trees. Leaves clung to her fur and she did nothing to shake them free.
For several moments Silve stood rooted to the spot, her paws as stones when she looked around her, wondering how she had come to be here. Last she remembered she had left the makeshift den she'd made in the loam the night before. She remembered nothing of the travel time, but she knew the territory better than she knew herself. This was a long distance from her starting point. Half a day at her own estimate. A half a day of travel and she had not even noticed its passing and knew it was wrong for her to have lost herself so much in this place. What if Koiji had seen her?
The moment she had seen her adopted daughter from across a clearing upon her return to Deor territory, after a dissappointing search for someone she loved, she'd promised herself to at least try to seem happy. She did not want Koiji to know the depth of her depression. A deep sigh escaped her chest, knowing that she was only hurting herself more by letting the emotional wound fester. She took a mental note to locate the pack's healer and ask if there was anything that could help alleviate the symtoms of a broken heart. For the first time in longer than she could remember, the simple walk here had exhausted her, when before she could run from one end of the territory to the other for an entire day and still have enough energy to patrol the perimeter for the night without rest. Her state of lethargy, also, was to be kept a secret from her adoptive kin.
"Oh, my Zabarack, my Neithan. I would see you again no matter what name you wished me to call you by," she whispered to herself. She trotted to the bowl between the roots of an oak tree and laid down without a pause to circle it. She laid her head dejectedly on her paws that were crossed in front of her, whining softly. Her soft blue eyes became comsumed again with the sorrow of the past few moons. Her soft breaths stirred the leaves lightly and her wet fur began to soak through the ground. She didn't notice the damp. So comsumed was she, so still and silent was she that little creatures that normally would not dare to come out at the scent of a wolf were scurrying around not a tail-length ahead of her.
For several moments Silve stood rooted to the spot, her paws as stones when she looked around her, wondering how she had come to be here. Last she remembered she had left the makeshift den she'd made in the loam the night before. She remembered nothing of the travel time, but she knew the territory better than she knew herself. This was a long distance from her starting point. Half a day at her own estimate. A half a day of travel and she had not even noticed its passing and knew it was wrong for her to have lost herself so much in this place. What if Koiji had seen her?
The moment she had seen her adopted daughter from across a clearing upon her return to Deor territory, after a dissappointing search for someone she loved, she'd promised herself to at least try to seem happy. She did not want Koiji to know the depth of her depression. A deep sigh escaped her chest, knowing that she was only hurting herself more by letting the emotional wound fester. She took a mental note to locate the pack's healer and ask if there was anything that could help alleviate the symtoms of a broken heart. For the first time in longer than she could remember, the simple walk here had exhausted her, when before she could run from one end of the territory to the other for an entire day and still have enough energy to patrol the perimeter for the night without rest. Her state of lethargy, also, was to be kept a secret from her adoptive kin.
"Oh, my Zabarack, my Neithan. I would see you again no matter what name you wished me to call you by," she whispered to herself. She trotted to the bowl between the roots of an oak tree and laid down without a pause to circle it. She laid her head dejectedly on her paws that were crossed in front of her, whining softly. Her soft blue eyes became comsumed again with the sorrow of the past few moons. Her soft breaths stirred the leaves lightly and her wet fur began to soak through the ground. She didn't notice the damp. So comsumed was she, so still and silent was she that little creatures that normally would not dare to come out at the scent of a wolf were scurrying around not a tail-length ahead of her.
