07-03-2011, 02:19 AM
Hope this is alright. ^.^ Tawny needs to meet some new people, get more comfortable in her own skin. WC: 347
Tawny had been wandering around for a long while now, not really caring where she was going or who was out there as well. She hadn't been a part of a pack since she was very young, and didn't really remember what the protocol was about checking out the lands. If it was something she wasn't supposed to be doing, then too bad, because she was far away from the main group by now.
While walking, almost always in lupus form, she had her head close to the ground, sniffling and watching for anything interesting to pick up. A few times she had picked little flowers and even some colorful mushrooms, thought she was cautious with them after her experience in the woods. She got especially excited when the scent of something sharp and foreign hit her nose, rising up through the dirt, and she began to dig eagerly. It didn’t take very long before her nails scratched against a dirty chunk of pottery, the top layer a soft egg color beneath the dust and grass.
The little pouch around her neck had been emptied, all of her possessions hidden under a rock near the place where Nayru had been sleeping. For some reason the little mottled female felt that she could really trust the black and white woman, as both an alpha and a possible friend. Still thinking about her new family, she didn't realize that there was a new scent mixed in with the others, and broke through the underbrush into the small clearing where the pale gray male was freaking out.
Upon seeing him, the little wolf halted and stumbled backwards a few steps, her dark blue eyes zeroed in on the knife in his hand, afraid that he would try to strike out at her. When her bottom bumped into a tree, she crouched a bit and flattened her ears to her head, watching his feet. Soft, pathetic whimpers rose through her throat in place of the words that she could not speak, her mind not working in the moment of hazy nervousness.
Tawny had been wandering around for a long while now, not really caring where she was going or who was out there as well. She hadn't been a part of a pack since she was very young, and didn't really remember what the protocol was about checking out the lands. If it was something she wasn't supposed to be doing, then too bad, because she was far away from the main group by now.
While walking, almost always in lupus form, she had her head close to the ground, sniffling and watching for anything interesting to pick up. A few times she had picked little flowers and even some colorful mushrooms, thought she was cautious with them after her experience in the woods. She got especially excited when the scent of something sharp and foreign hit her nose, rising up through the dirt, and she began to dig eagerly. It didn’t take very long before her nails scratched against a dirty chunk of pottery, the top layer a soft egg color beneath the dust and grass.
The little pouch around her neck had been emptied, all of her possessions hidden under a rock near the place where Nayru had been sleeping. For some reason the little mottled female felt that she could really trust the black and white woman, as both an alpha and a possible friend. Still thinking about her new family, she didn't realize that there was a new scent mixed in with the others, and broke through the underbrush into the small clearing where the pale gray male was freaking out.
Upon seeing him, the little wolf halted and stumbled backwards a few steps, her dark blue eyes zeroed in on the knife in his hand, afraid that he would try to strike out at her. When her bottom bumped into a tree, she crouched a bit and flattened her ears to her head, watching his feet. Soft, pathetic whimpers rose through her throat in place of the words that she could not speak, her mind not working in the moment of hazy nervousness.