06-12-2008, 04:18 PM
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OOC:Thank you for starting it =)
IC:
Urma had just been out hunting. She had had enough luck to catch a couple of rabbits and she had finished off her early dinner and was planning to settle down somewhere safe for the night. Although the light was dimming, she was in no hurry anywhere. She had been about this place for a few days and nothing unexpected had happened. She had met no wolf around this area. Most of the other animals that did not interest her appetite she ignored and usually refrained from getting in their ways. When she wasn't hunting or looking for streams to drink water from, she either explored the area she planned to call home for the next days or she slept the day off, finding in sleep a refuge from her pressing problems.
For Urma to be completely honest, she had to say that it wasn't as difficult as she had initially thought making it on your own. Only she missed the pack spirit from which she had come from, before being shunned away by her fellow members and forced to find something else on the other side of the Ocean. Sure, she could manage for weeks like this, maybe months if the hunting kept going on so well. This seemed to be anybody's land, so she didn't exactly feel like an intruder into a pack's territory. So far she had no reason to move on, although solitude often got to her in the long hours of the night, spent alone under the stars.
As she continued her way through the thick forest, she noticed movement. She sensed it, more likely. Her hearing almost never failed her, and she could hear the soft, almost inaudible sound of paws. They weren't far off, so she started in that direction, mostly led by curiosity. The only noises she made were her paws softly touching the ground and her fur brushing against stray twigs or leaves in the surrounding bushes. And then she saw it--another wolf, wearing a coat so very similar to her own. It looked peaceful, somehow, as it calmly walked on through the woods. Urma couldn't suppress the desire to follow the lonely wolf, partly out of curiosity, partly out of the need for companionship. She hoped a fellow wolf, even if it belonged to a pack, wouldn't chase her off into the looming darkness.
OOC:Thank you for starting it =)
IC:
Urma had just been out hunting. She had had enough luck to catch a couple of rabbits and she had finished off her early dinner and was planning to settle down somewhere safe for the night. Although the light was dimming, she was in no hurry anywhere. She had been about this place for a few days and nothing unexpected had happened. She had met no wolf around this area. Most of the other animals that did not interest her appetite she ignored and usually refrained from getting in their ways. When she wasn't hunting or looking for streams to drink water from, she either explored the area she planned to call home for the next days or she slept the day off, finding in sleep a refuge from her pressing problems.
For Urma to be completely honest, she had to say that it wasn't as difficult as she had initially thought making it on your own. Only she missed the pack spirit from which she had come from, before being shunned away by her fellow members and forced to find something else on the other side of the Ocean. Sure, she could manage for weeks like this, maybe months if the hunting kept going on so well. This seemed to be anybody's land, so she didn't exactly feel like an intruder into a pack's territory. So far she had no reason to move on, although solitude often got to her in the long hours of the night, spent alone under the stars.
As she continued her way through the thick forest, she noticed movement. She sensed it, more likely. Her hearing almost never failed her, and she could hear the soft, almost inaudible sound of paws. They weren't far off, so she started in that direction, mostly led by curiosity. The only noises she made were her paws softly touching the ground and her fur brushing against stray twigs or leaves in the surrounding bushes. And then she saw it--another wolf, wearing a coat so very similar to her own. It looked peaceful, somehow, as it calmly walked on through the woods. Urma couldn't suppress the desire to follow the lonely wolf, partly out of curiosity, partly out of the need for companionship. She hoped a fellow wolf, even if it belonged to a pack, wouldn't chase her off into the looming darkness.