08-13-2010, 04:37 PM
OOC: Is it cool if we forward date this to August 16?
How strangely familiar was this place! It had been a long time since Geneva's travels at brought her here. On four legs, the gray colored Whilom trekked across pine needles, reveling in their quiet crunch beneath the delicate pads of her feet. The small boned wolfess had not been here for ages, as she had been living in the light house since the birth of her son more than two months ago. The Dampwoods were familiar to her. As sunlight filtered through the tall giant trees, she remembered how this had used to be her favorite place to hunt. Phoenix Valley held claim to the southernmost part of this territory, but the gray wolfess had gone farther than that, and she was now in the neutral part of this territory.
The gray wolfess mused that it would probably be a good idea to bring back something to eat. She was in no hurry to return to the central territories of Phoenix Valley. She trusted wholeheartedly that Pripyat, her son, would be safe with his father, Jefferson. Although she loved to spend time with Pripyat, she acknowledged the fact that they needed to build their own bond, and without her interference. There would be time for them to be together as a family soon enough.
Geneva was not the world's most skilled hunter. While living at the shore, she had learned to fish well enough, and had caught mice for her son to eat. But that was the extent of her ability really. The wolfess was barely the size of yearling, and the best prey she had ever taken down had been an older rabbit. Even so, the wolfess decided she would bring something home to her boys. She crept along the trees quietly in search of her prey.
How strangely familiar was this place! It had been a long time since Geneva's travels at brought her here. On four legs, the gray colored Whilom trekked across pine needles, reveling in their quiet crunch beneath the delicate pads of her feet. The small boned wolfess had not been here for ages, as she had been living in the light house since the birth of her son more than two months ago. The Dampwoods were familiar to her. As sunlight filtered through the tall giant trees, she remembered how this had used to be her favorite place to hunt. Phoenix Valley held claim to the southernmost part of this territory, but the gray wolfess had gone farther than that, and she was now in the neutral part of this territory.
The gray wolfess mused that it would probably be a good idea to bring back something to eat. She was in no hurry to return to the central territories of Phoenix Valley. She trusted wholeheartedly that Pripyat, her son, would be safe with his father, Jefferson. Although she loved to spend time with Pripyat, she acknowledged the fact that they needed to build their own bond, and without her interference. There would be time for them to be together as a family soon enough.
Geneva was not the world's most skilled hunter. While living at the shore, she had learned to fish well enough, and had caught mice for her son to eat. But that was the extent of her ability really. The wolfess was barely the size of yearling, and the best prey she had ever taken down had been an older rabbit. Even so, the wolfess decided she would bring something home to her boys. She crept along the trees quietly in search of her prey.