Word Count→448 (+3)::OOC: Yay meeh!! :3
Halifax was a wonderful and interesting city. So it was needless to say that Sankara had been looking forward to making another expedition there. She found the city very interesting, and, in some strange way, relaxing. She usually did not find human-related things very relaxing or reassuring.
Now she found herself walking through the streets of the abandoned city. She had arrived the previous day, and she had spent the night in an abandoned building. But because the place smelled mostly like the wolves who often visited it, she had the misfortune to not find something to eat rather than one or two good looking berries. I suppose that i can spare breakfast. She walked further into the city, getting familiarized with the place in case that she returned in future occasions.
She kept on until she noticed that the vegetation was getting more and more abundant. She decided to stop there, and chose a random building and entered. Despite being on her lupus form, she decided that it would be easy to find stuff among the grit and rubbish inside. She looked and looked, but there was anything that really catched her eye, or if it did, she found it unuseful. The hunger was making her grouchy. She usually could stand more than a day wihout food; but yesterday's race had taken too much energy from her. The treasure hunt could wait. What she needed in that moment was food
Her amber eyes scruited her surroundings as she came out from the debris. There should be something to eat rather than the little berries growing there. The wolfess headed to where the vegetation was thicker to see if she had more look at finding a prey. And she did. It wasn't a strong smell, but it meant food. She tracked the smell further into the forest, not paying attention to anything else; not even to the marks signaling the borders of a foreign territory.
Then, she spotted something. It was an injured animal, perhaps a raccon. It was lame; a perfect opportunity for a hungry hunter. Sankara took a hunting stance, and began to creep towards her future prey. It seemed like it hadn't spotted her; but the animal seeme to have sensed the danger, because it began to walk faster. Though, it was nothing that sankara couldn't handle.
She was so immersed on the hunt, that she neve thought about the possibility that the reason of the raccon's fear wasn't her, that it was another wolf's smell. The same smell that lingered on the bushes that she had passed moments ago, and that was turning stronger as it's owner came closer to the scene.
Sankara ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
