hope you don't mind me joining in ^^; Galilee is in her lupus form.
Now that Galilee had finally reached the fabled land in her mother and grandmother's stories, she felt a bit at a loss. The landscape here was much as it had been in the territories to the south, and there were woods and fields and scattered relics left by humankind. There were far more canines living in the area, which was a change. She could smell the scent signatures of at least a half-dozen different packs and ran across the trails left by several loners. The young Aika woman had only met a few characters so far, but then again, she hadn't been incredibly social for the last handspan of days, either.
Soon, Galilee realized, she would have to decide what to do with herself now that she was here. In some ways, she knew her grandmother had sent her here to continue her family's legacy, but as of right now she was not quite sure what that inheritance meant. Every time she thought too deeply an uncomfortable, gnawing sensation tugged at her gut and severely damaged her calm. So the dark black female ignored the big picture and the broad future, and lived completely in the day-to-day. She explored and she learned. She hunted, and ran, and began to meet new faces.
Today, Galilee began with an early-morning run, shaking the stiffness and weariness from her bones. It was a slow jog only, as the thick forest of the Dampwoods was a poor place to go dashing pell-mell through the undergrowth. Running was her favorite pastime, and her form was lean and lithe as a result of it. Many of her family members laughed at her running as a waste of time and energy, but Galilee, encouraged by her father, ran on.
A flock of crows startled up from somewhere nearby, their calls rude and raucous in the morning air. Galilee drew up in a halt and watched the birds wheel overhead, the heat from her lungs creating a small cloud with each breath. More aware of her immediate surroundings now, the grey-blue eyed lupine walked in the direction the birds had flown up from. A short while later, she came across an elk carcass half buried in the freshly falling snow and another wolf nearby, watching it. Nose working overtime at the scent of the meat, she asked the other, "Is this your kill?" Galilee could use a meal, but would not steal from another hunter, either.
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