Sophie says she's really tryin'

[Addison]

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P for Silas! The forest had been busy, bustling with life, but things were slowing down now that she was beginning to enter the city. Brown paws took her through streets devoid of all life, besides a few pigeons. Street after silent street. Her ears strained to catch any sound at all in a place that had once been central station to all noise pollution in the area, but did they not hear anything. Instead, a light ringing inside her own head replaced the sounds of birds chirping, squirrels chattering, and other creatures stirring. The female cleared her throat to create some sort of a noise, uneasy in the silence. Night was falling on the place more quickly than usual, the days getting shorter and shorter as the season wore on. She had thought that she might make it in and out before it got too late. Addison wanted to be able to return to young Grace later that night, after she had found something of use, but the pup would probably be long asleep either way. She had known that it wouldn’t be easy to find the things that she needed after darkness had fallen, of course, but she knew of the item’s general area. She’d found it here before. The Valley wolf stood short in her optime form, barely scraping the minimum height of most female luperci, but her shadow stretched out in front of her as she padded along, the celestial moon at her back. She walked with a smooth gait over the paved streets, muzzle turning this way and that as one yellow and one blue eye fixed on the various storefronts in the fading light. She was going to find her sister the toy she’d promised her if it was the last thing she did. The brat had been doing well with learning the things Addison was trying to teach her, and she deserved some sort of a present. She shivered slightly, getting a sudden chill, and crossed her arms as she walked. The dilapidated buildings cast odd shadows on the ground around her, frozen machinery lining the streets with their boxy shapes as well. This place looked nothing like the forest that she had left behind, smelled nothing like it, and sounded nothing like it. Her foot connected with a glass bottle that had been laying on the pavement and she jumped, startled, as it clinked its way down the street and into the gutter. She’d get the toy and get out as fast as she could, she decided quickly.

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