02-08-2012, 01:35 AM
(WC: 840 -- The moon fueled my muse, don't feel obligated to read it all if you don't want to! )
It was coming up on her second night being a member of the New Dawn pack. The yearling was sitting just outside of the den, up on a rock cropping where her Alpha had jumped up onto the previous night when he'd brought her to the den. Her multi-coloured head was turned up, nose pointing at the great glowing orb in the sky. It was a full moon tonight, the glow sending thousands of glittering crystal lights across the snow covered ground. Ciara was thinking on her past full moon, and how things had changed so much since that month long ago.
She'd been alone then, struggling through her first winter. The wilderness of southern New Brunswick was not kind to a wolf barely older than a pup. She'd been using the light of the moon to guide her way across a steep, snow-covered landscape when she'd stumbled upon the bear's den. It had looked like a nice place to sleep for the night, and her nose was so cold that she'd barely registered the scent of the predator inside. Finding a spot far enough inside the den, just so the wind wasn't coming in and lashing at her, Ciara had curled herself up and stuck her nose into the warm fur of her bushy tail. She'd just closed her flecked brown and golden eyes when an ear-splitting roar had filled the cavern of the den. With a yelp and a quick jump, she'd ran out just in time for the bear to chase after her. Luckily, her legs had grown a little longer and used to running, and she was able to glide over the snow due to her light weight while the bear had stumbled. It had been a close call, and she'd lifted her head to the moon and let loose a rare, solitary howl, thanking whatever gods might be watching over her.
Her eyes had become clouded during her reminiscing, and she shook her shaggy head once to clear her thoughts. She was no longer on her own, she had a pack and a family now, even though she'd met so few of them. Leaping down off the rock before the Alpha could come and growl at her for taking his throne of sorts, Ciara took off for the river she'd become accustomed to taking drinks from. It was beside that river that she came upon a spot that smelled like a pack member, even while it wasn't a scent she recognized. She closed her eyes, trying to think, and then realized that this must be the Omega she hadn't met. She hadn't seen him around the den, and hadn't seen him sharing any food with the other pack members. The young wolfess had sensed a sort of tension in the air, and came to the conclusion that he must be in some kind of trouble.
She set out after dipping her tongue once into the river, and slunk low to the ground, quickly picking up on the scent of a rabbit. It was unusual for the rodents to be out at this time of night, scurrying across the snow far from their burrows, but it made for an easy hunt for the yearling. Within moments of a chase, her jaw had closed around a particularly chubby hare, and a jerk of her head snapped its neck easily to give it a quick end. She didn't like hurting anything, really, which seemed strange to her for a predator.
Carefully arranging the rabbit in her mouth, Ciara set out on the trail of the Omega, following his stale scent away from the den, further away than she'd ever been before. She spotted a tree right against the border and glanced around, finding no sign of the male anywhere. Quickly, she began to tear at the frozen ground with her sharp, tough claws. Flecks of frozen dirt flew over her head, landing in her pelt and around her hind legs, until eventually she'd dug a suitable cache for her present. Fitting the rabbit's carcass within the hole, she then covered it up and dipped her head down, rubbing her nose in the dirt to cover the place with her scent. If her plan went right, the Omega would smell the scent of the pack there and dig, then find his little meal.
She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even though she had no idea what he'd done or if he really was in trouble like she thought. She'd been alone for so long, but it had been easier to deal with for her. She'd been alone due to chance, not out of the choice of anyone. If this male was trapped within the New Dawn territory and left alone, knowing his pack members were so close and yet untouchable, her heart ached for him. She would bring him small, secret gifts, she resolved, hating to think of this brother she'd never met starving.
She didn't realize that she could get in trouble for helping him.
It was coming up on her second night being a member of the New Dawn pack. The yearling was sitting just outside of the den, up on a rock cropping where her Alpha had jumped up onto the previous night when he'd brought her to the den. Her multi-coloured head was turned up, nose pointing at the great glowing orb in the sky. It was a full moon tonight, the glow sending thousands of glittering crystal lights across the snow covered ground. Ciara was thinking on her past full moon, and how things had changed so much since that month long ago.
She'd been alone then, struggling through her first winter. The wilderness of southern New Brunswick was not kind to a wolf barely older than a pup. She'd been using the light of the moon to guide her way across a steep, snow-covered landscape when she'd stumbled upon the bear's den. It had looked like a nice place to sleep for the night, and her nose was so cold that she'd barely registered the scent of the predator inside. Finding a spot far enough inside the den, just so the wind wasn't coming in and lashing at her, Ciara had curled herself up and stuck her nose into the warm fur of her bushy tail. She'd just closed her flecked brown and golden eyes when an ear-splitting roar had filled the cavern of the den. With a yelp and a quick jump, she'd ran out just in time for the bear to chase after her. Luckily, her legs had grown a little longer and used to running, and she was able to glide over the snow due to her light weight while the bear had stumbled. It had been a close call, and she'd lifted her head to the moon and let loose a rare, solitary howl, thanking whatever gods might be watching over her.
Her eyes had become clouded during her reminiscing, and she shook her shaggy head once to clear her thoughts. She was no longer on her own, she had a pack and a family now, even though she'd met so few of them. Leaping down off the rock before the Alpha could come and growl at her for taking his throne of sorts, Ciara took off for the river she'd become accustomed to taking drinks from. It was beside that river that she came upon a spot that smelled like a pack member, even while it wasn't a scent she recognized. She closed her eyes, trying to think, and then realized that this must be the Omega she hadn't met. She hadn't seen him around the den, and hadn't seen him sharing any food with the other pack members. The young wolfess had sensed a sort of tension in the air, and came to the conclusion that he must be in some kind of trouble.
She set out after dipping her tongue once into the river, and slunk low to the ground, quickly picking up on the scent of a rabbit. It was unusual for the rodents to be out at this time of night, scurrying across the snow far from their burrows, but it made for an easy hunt for the yearling. Within moments of a chase, her jaw had closed around a particularly chubby hare, and a jerk of her head snapped its neck easily to give it a quick end. She didn't like hurting anything, really, which seemed strange to her for a predator.
Carefully arranging the rabbit in her mouth, Ciara set out on the trail of the Omega, following his stale scent away from the den, further away than she'd ever been before. She spotted a tree right against the border and glanced around, finding no sign of the male anywhere. Quickly, she began to tear at the frozen ground with her sharp, tough claws. Flecks of frozen dirt flew over her head, landing in her pelt and around her hind legs, until eventually she'd dug a suitable cache for her present. Fitting the rabbit's carcass within the hole, she then covered it up and dipped her head down, rubbing her nose in the dirt to cover the place with her scent. If her plan went right, the Omega would smell the scent of the pack there and dig, then find his little meal.
She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even though she had no idea what he'd done or if he really was in trouble like she thought. She'd been alone for so long, but it had been easier to deal with for her. She'd been alone due to chance, not out of the choice of anyone. If this male was trapped within the New Dawn territory and left alone, knowing his pack members were so close and yet untouchable, her heart ached for him. She would bring him small, secret gifts, she resolved, hating to think of this brother she'd never met starving.
She didn't realize that she could get in trouble for helping him.