[ooc] -- i thought you'd be there.
Shiloh Hills. Anka.
holding daisies, counting stars. -- [bic]
Cercelee had been wandered farther and more often, though when straying too far from “home” she preferred to take a companion, she did not think this was too far. The forest she had passed through, so dark and cold, she had already explored, more than once. Now much of it was filled with the scent of the female she had met there, the one so distressed and disturbed, as if that female had been pacing back and forth over the forest floor for hours on end. Maybe she had, from their meeting Cercelee thought the female was quite capable of that without growing weary of the sport. Well, that was fine. Cercelee liked the forest well enough, was fascinated by the fact that the light had to struggle to break through the overgrown trees and brush, but she could do without it. The ivory lady, as Colibri had so lovingly called her, already had a home.
Breaking back into the sunlight, Cercelee found herself into what was seemingly just another forest, only this one much more reasonable, thinned out compared to the maze she had just come out of. Walking further scents of others began to filled her nostrils as hills began to sprout up from the ground. Cer thought that there must be a band of loners about, or perhaps even a pack. As she neared the borders it became more evident that indeed, it was a pack. Their markings were too strong, their numbers rivaled that of her own band of loners, surely they would have made it all official, claiming the lands, filling in ranks. Sure, and why not? If they were able to, isn’t that what she wanted to do herself?
The idea of other’s success (however new it was), and the fact she was still a loner, as she had been the majority of her life (no matter how much time she had to still make a pack) caused her to skirt the borders and continue through the neutral lands of the territory. It wasn’t that she thought they would be hostile, for all she knew there could be wolves from Clouded Tears there, even if she had never met them, they might take her in. Yet she didn’t want to meet them, not yet. Not until she had something to her name. And so it was in skirting the borders of the nameless pack she came to the unclaimed shore of the lake. And it was there that she sat, only a few miles off from the borders that she dared not cross, but the area seem so silent, how could there be a pack so near?
