A Home to Call Our Own

Ralla · 09-06-2010, 09:02 PM

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This is set somewhat after 'The Wayfarer', but since it's slow and my choice responder is busy, I started this one :3 Also, Ralla is in optime form now~ ALSO: This is backdated to September 4, 2010

Before she had heard, smelled, or saw the newcomer, Ralla knew someone was coming.

For the past few days, Ralla had been gathering berries--mostly blueberries, since she didn't want to add poison ones to the supply--and was actually feeling a little lonely around the AniWaya village. She sometimes saw one or two others walking around, but they either looked busy or she was a little nervous to initiate a conversation by herself. Even though this was her new home, she still felt a little alienated. She had been spending her nights in the branches of a tree; unknowing of whether she was welcome in a building or hut. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable sleeping in trees; rather, winter was coming, and the window to build permanant shelter was closing quickly. The reason for her midnight escapade had been precisely because she had heard the voice of the moon whisper in her dreams.

Water...

The moon was waning gibbous and let off a bright glow that filtered lazily through the trees. Only the Great Fire was brighter, and the warmth emanating from it warmed more than the snow-white wolfess's lithe body. But her vision came when she went to gather water at the branching creek from Adagio Creek. The water was pure in Ralla's mouth as she cupped her hands to bring the liquid to her parched lips, but when she looked down, she had to do a double take to make sure that it was her own reflection shimmering in the running waters. And it wasn't. In fact, there was only a shadowy outline of a wolf where her reflection should have been; the only thing clear was grey eyes. Unlike signs, visions that Ralla saw were not always so easily definable, and it quickly dissipated back into reality, where her own incredulous eyes stared back at her. But when she heard a long howl in the night and the running of paws, she twitched her ears to the direction of the sound.

Chief Dawali went out earlier and hasn't returned... Is that him? Getting up, Ralla began to run to the source of the sound on lengthy limbs. As she neared, she did not recognize Chief Dawali's pace or see his russet fur glean in the moonlight. Rather, the sound was different, and the scent hinting of un-AniWayan. A newcomer?

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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