luck, fail me not...

Verloren · 05-29-2011, 01:16 AM

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The early morning sun’s rays cast down through the forest’s canopy to illuminate the lithe figure of a young lupine. She moved in a weakened gait, falling to her knees every few steps but never fully collapsing. It was clear she was running on the fumes of determination and survival instinct as she followed after the inviting scent of a pack. By what name, she didn’t know for she was new to these lands, having voyaged across the seas from Germany. She had traveled with a dear friend who unfortunately died before reaching the port, thus leaving her to wander alone. He had taken her to this Canadian land in hopes she’d find solace from her rough, yet short past, however she found nothing but more hardship. It was only by luck the four month old survived as long as she did. But, luck continued to be on her side as she was now hot on the trail of a prospective pack, her weary body emanating in the high hope she’d find a new home.

As she neared the ends of the forest a thick scent stopped her, a territory border lied only a few yards ahead. She let out a relieved sigh, but as she looked around a somber whimper took its place. There, towering before her was a high cliff range. Dismayed and too exhausted to venture further along the territory border she collapsed, throwing her paws over her head with a frustrated growl. How would anybody find her over them? But, she’d come too far to give up now, and she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try something. Throwing her head back she cried out in a loud, puppy toned howl. Calling, begging, hoping for somebody to find her. Although, she feared the ever blowing wind would keep her plea from any listening ears.

“Please…” she whimpered before laying (falling) back down. Not long after she indubitably fell asleep, her earthen colored pelt blending her in with the surroundings as she lie still.

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