10-26-2011, 06:41 PM
She had been traveling with her pup along the mountains. Her previous den along a shoreline in the far north had been raided by a pack of rogue wolves. Barely managing to escape, she now had to find a new home and knew the dangers of being a lone wolf raising a pup.She had to find a pack in order for her and Nikolas to survive. She wanted the best life for her young pup and was willing to do anything for it. She was determined to be a good mother, but had found but little food for them in the mean time, catching a few small rabbits here and there. They were weak from hunger. The two wolves had reached a clearing, consisting of an empty field, that was surrounded by forest, known as the Musquodoboit Valley. Far in the distance she could see what seemed to be an abandoned sawmill once occupied by humans.
The sky was fading into darkness, but with the moon full, there was enough light to allow them to travel into the night. She noticed young Nikolas trailing behind her, slowing down. His ears were tucked back and tongue hanging out the side of his mouth in a heavy pant. He needed rest and couldn't go any further. She decided they would seek shelter in the abandoned sawmill. She turned around, picking up the pup by the scruff of his neck, carried him through the field and reaching the foundation, set him down softly in the grass and nuzzled him briefly. "Stay here...I will check the area and see if it is safe."
Anya was on guard, her ears high and alert, nose in the air, catching the scent. She slowly stepped into the darkness, crouching low, her tail tucked in. A few small field mice scattered away, causing her to gasp as a large barn owl stirred above her, resting on a high beam. He flapped his wings briefly, calling out in a loud 'hoot'. The creatures eyes stared down at the wolf's, glowing brightly, absorbing the moonlight. There was plenty of saw dust floating around the place as she crept around the turned up floorboards, causing her to sneeze abruptly.
The sawmill was empty as far as she could tell. However, the place still had the fresh scent of wolf that must of passed by recently..possibly belonging to a near by pack. She walked back out, finding Nikolas already asleep, his tail tucked in, keeping him warm. She sat down next to the pup and licked the side of his cheek. He woke up to his mother lying next him and with his tail wagging, licked her nose, whimpering. The pair went inside, finding a place to settle for the night. The barn owl was still present, wide awake, staring down at the young pup and his mother, curled up tight. Then at last, opened its wings and flew out into the night sky.
The sky was fading into darkness, but with the moon full, there was enough light to allow them to travel into the night. She noticed young Nikolas trailing behind her, slowing down. His ears were tucked back and tongue hanging out the side of his mouth in a heavy pant. He needed rest and couldn't go any further. She decided they would seek shelter in the abandoned sawmill. She turned around, picking up the pup by the scruff of his neck, carried him through the field and reaching the foundation, set him down softly in the grass and nuzzled him briefly. "Stay here...I will check the area and see if it is safe."
Anya was on guard, her ears high and alert, nose in the air, catching the scent. She slowly stepped into the darkness, crouching low, her tail tucked in. A few small field mice scattered away, causing her to gasp as a large barn owl stirred above her, resting on a high beam. He flapped his wings briefly, calling out in a loud 'hoot'. The creatures eyes stared down at the wolf's, glowing brightly, absorbing the moonlight. There was plenty of saw dust floating around the place as she crept around the turned up floorboards, causing her to sneeze abruptly.
The sawmill was empty as far as she could tell. However, the place still had the fresh scent of wolf that must of passed by recently..possibly belonging to a near by pack. She walked back out, finding Nikolas already asleep, his tail tucked in, keeping him warm. She sat down next to the pup and licked the side of his cheek. He woke up to his mother lying next him and with his tail wagging, licked her nose, whimpering. The pair went inside, finding a place to settle for the night. The barn owl was still present, wide awake, staring down at the young pup and his mother, curled up tight. Then at last, opened its wings and flew out into the night sky.