Delicate Work

Deirdre · 05-13-2011, 11:54 PM

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OOC:I wasn't sure what Slade did after his time with her at the Ocean, so I just said a few days have passed, so you can make up how many have passed. / WC:576

She could not believe it when she found it, and when she did she leaped and bounded about in glee, but not physically. All her joy was imagined; and truthfully, she stood before her finding staring in wonder at her discovery. As the she wolf towered above the old beaten leather bound book she wondered in amazement of the possibilities of her finding what she did. She had never found anything, and finding it where she did was even more amazing.

It had been a few days since her day at the beach with Slade, and she had decided to wonder the area a bit, moving about the trees as a shadow, never showing herself to any other unless they were friends or smelled of the coyote she was befriending, or of his pack. She had wondered, not too far from the pack the one who interested her was in, but far enough that it took a few good moments to get back to where she had made a temporary living.

Now despite taking the careful time to return to where she now stood, her journey on her find was long gone amongst the rambles of her mind. She stood, still staring down at the book. It was a strange place where she found it. It was buried beneath a tree, and wrapped in rawhide, preserved from mass decay. Though the pages were yellowed, and most the words vanished from being buried beneath the soil, Deirdre could still read what rested within the book’s flesh.

She smiled to herself and wagged her tail. She wanted so much to share her finding with someone, she wanted to express her excitement and knowledge of what laid within the battered book. She wanted to share it so much that it did not take but a moment to plan her next move.

With careful movements she pushed her finding underneath an uplifted root of the hollowed out tree that she was using as a temporary den, and with the sure thought that her finding was safe she bounded out of her hollow tree and raced for the border of a certain pack.

It did not take her long to find herself pacing before the border of Slade’s pack territory. She was pacing the border searching for a way to call only the one she wanted to speak with. She was not even sure if the coyote was within his pack’s borders. What if he was out with his pack, what if he was busy, what if he did not want to see her. Her mind raced with so many questions that it caused her to shake her head roughly.

She sighed and ceased her pacing to stand in front of the line separating Slade from her. Her tail drooped slightly between her legs, and her head raised slowly up toward the sky. Her voice rose mournfully up into the clouds and chased the winds of the day. She sang a calling, her singing voice soft, sad, but strong and held a hint of wild as it whisked across the area calling out for the one she wanted to speak to.

Her song was over, and she lowered her head took three steps back away from the border, and then sat. Her ears held flat against her skull as she stared off into the direction she knew he would come, or at least someone would come. She hoped he would come.

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