Post by Peach Ala on Mar 26, 2010 5:39:41 GMT -6
"Oh, dearest spring, how I've longed for you." Peach's sleepy voice mumbled. She stretched her front paws out luxuriously in the dappled shade with her rear rising high into the air. Her tail gave a satisfied flick, shooing a stray fly.
The little glade she currently resided in was popular with all sorts of creatures - both prey and predators. Luckily, she knew when someone was coming due to the crows circling like vultures over the flourishing treetops. Indeed, the meals were plentiful compared to what she'd eaten over winter, but the predators were vicious.
She had never truly believed anyone could be so dangerous, but she had met those wolves - the ones that had been banished from their packs for a purpose - and now she wished more than ever that she was back with her cosy family. As if her fear of ghosts was not enough - now she was terrified of her own species! She had doubted many times that she would never survive another season, yet she had.
Her muzzle dipping low to the small mirror-like pond, Ala drank. She sucked up the water daintily, her ears always rotating to catch any sound of an approaching attack.
A snapping twig and the shrill cry of a crow had her head raised within moments. Her nostrils flared, searching for a scent (any scent!), while she quickly backed herself up towards her 'sleeping tree'.
Many seasons of ghost-fearing had given her the strength and speed to climb trees, though rock-climbing was her natural skill. She could be in the top branches of a tree, balancing on the furthermost twigs, withing a minute. No other wolf she had met yet could climb that high, especially seeing as she gave herself a head-start, bouncing up into the lower boughs and facing the East from which the sounds had come from.
The hair along her spine had risen, her tail creeping between her legs ever so slowly.
The little glade she currently resided in was popular with all sorts of creatures - both prey and predators. Luckily, she knew when someone was coming due to the crows circling like vultures over the flourishing treetops. Indeed, the meals were plentiful compared to what she'd eaten over winter, but the predators were vicious.
She had never truly believed anyone could be so dangerous, but she had met those wolves - the ones that had been banished from their packs for a purpose - and now she wished more than ever that she was back with her cosy family. As if her fear of ghosts was not enough - now she was terrified of her own species! She had doubted many times that she would never survive another season, yet she had.
Her muzzle dipping low to the small mirror-like pond, Ala drank. She sucked up the water daintily, her ears always rotating to catch any sound of an approaching attack.
A snapping twig and the shrill cry of a crow had her head raised within moments. Her nostrils flared, searching for a scent (any scent!), while she quickly backed herself up towards her 'sleeping tree'.
Many seasons of ghost-fearing had given her the strength and speed to climb trees, though rock-climbing was her natural skill. She could be in the top branches of a tree, balancing on the furthermost twigs, withing a minute. No other wolf she had met yet could climb that high, especially seeing as she gave herself a head-start, bouncing up into the lower boughs and facing the East from which the sounds had come from.
The hair along her spine had risen, her tail creeping between her legs ever so slowly.