one foot in front of the other

Vesper · 11-17-2011, 09:51 PM

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WC: 216 :: Hope this is all right. :3

A cold wind blew through the prairie grass, running its fingers through the coywolf woman’s fluffy mane. She was grateful that she had sheared off the long locks that might have blown in her eyes, as she was intently focused on the surrounding area and any shelter that might conceal another clan member. The Tirones was here, hopefully, for only one other person—her Aquila.

When they had discussed her skills in fighting the day she’d joined, Vesper had explained her willingness to learn how to fight in her two-legged form as well as the one she’d been born with. Ezekiel had mentioned sparring with her, and for the sake of her pride they’d agreed on a more out-of-the-way area of the territory. It wasn’t completely sheltered, but it didn’t smell as strongly of coyote as the normal trails the clan members took to find prey and relax. She knew that she would be no more skilled than a pup in her optime form, and she didn’t want to admit her weakness to anyone but the leader.

But who am I kidding? Vesper let out a sigh then scanned the area once more, wondering if Zeke was late—but realizing it was far more likely that she was early. She’d nothing else to do, after all.

Image courtesy of henrikj@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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