*STEAL* I miss our old Colibri+Crow Stormbringer threads D:
The borders was not a place Twila had returned to since her acceptance into the pack. She didn't know precisely why, just that it left an ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Until today, she had spent the great deal of her time getting acquainted with the area between the nicely formed borders - why would she put a damper on it by literally toeing the line that separated her from the life she once lived to the blissful one she had now. But nonetheless the time had come for the youthful girl to venture out from the safe sanctuary that the heart of Phoenix Valley seemed to create Twila, and learn more about the borders in which she first traversed.
The rises and falls of the Valley were still alien to Twila's travel worn paws, yet they had a soft feel of dawning upon her - as if it was an acquaintance she had yet to put face to name. She gently trotted across it's snow-banked curves, taking time to notice the beauty that pervaded the land. Trees softly shrouded the late winter sky, enclosing it with it's snow-drunk branches. But before she could truly become entranced with the scenery, a rustle cropped her ear forward with benign interest.
A rabbit had surfaced from the old snow. Whether or not the rabbit was as inclined as the girl was to make stupid mistakes like revealing her position at crucial times, or if it was just rather slow and retarded was beyond Twila - but overall she thanked the rabbit and went into a naive stalker pose. She crouched low like a cat, her tail stilled at her hindquarters. Her ears flipped back and forward, digesting any sounds that the twitchy meal made. Her lips licked unconsciously in the frosty air. It wasn't clear if Twila made a ghost of a sound in the air, or the rabbit just had some queer sixth sense - but the wolf was found.
Frozen for just two seconds, the rabbit stared directly in the direction of it's predator before jetting off beyond the treeline with Twila chasing clumsily behind it. She slammed herself in some foliage that the hare lost himself in, crashed in a large snow drift that came seriously out of nowhere before realizing that what looked like a continuation of a snow drift was in fact another wolf like her. Forcing on the breaks, she dug her heels into the ground and hoped for dear lord that she wouldn't crash right into the other's side.
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