05-29-2008, 08:52 AM
She was torn physically from a fight with Lubomir. She was torn mentally because her pups were being withheld from her, and because her mate was no longer her mate. Life wasn't over, though. Life was good, life was fine. Yes...life was fine.
The mother was walking the borders as was her wont. There weren't assigned ranks, so she did what she knew she was good at. She wasn't a hunter. At least, not until she found a bow. So she scouted borders. She was good at that, at aleast. Not that many disturbed the borders. Not often.
A scent came to her. Someone on the borders. They hadn't had many joiners. hell, they hadn't had any, actually. If anything, they'd lost members. The mother hadn't seen Nocht or Anka in ages. But her boys were growing, getting older. And that was good. She walked to the border, her head held high. So regal, so noble.
So thouroughly defeated. Was it obvoius? Maybe only in her gaze, and only if one looked close enough.
The mother was walking the borders as was her wont. There weren't assigned ranks, so she did what she knew she was good at. She wasn't a hunter. At least, not until she found a bow. So she scouted borders. She was good at that, at aleast. Not that many disturbed the borders. Not often.
A scent came to her. Someone on the borders. They hadn't had many joiners. hell, they hadn't had any, actually. If anything, they'd lost members. The mother hadn't seen Nocht or Anka in ages. But her boys were growing, getting older. And that was good. She walked to the border, her head held high. So regal, so noble.
So thouroughly defeated. Was it obvoius? Maybe only in her gaze, and only if one looked close enough.