(+419) Sorry for the wait! Also I just woke up and this sucks. Ves is in lupus too (and acting like she's a puppy omg).[/html]
Malnourished trees clumped together at the southern edge of the Waste, their scraggly shapes huddling so that their collective presence might be grander. Beyond, other little groups stood, and then those groups got larger and larger, sheltered by their friends from the wind and other elemental factors that kept a forest from breaking out. Eventually, the trees were able to band together at the edge of the forest, numerous and diverse, conquering the dry yellow grassland.
Or perhaps the Waste was just a scar, the result of some great force wiping out the Dampwoods and Arachnea’s Revenge long ago, leaving grass to grow. Standing outside the boundary of her territory, blue eyes staring at the vegetation, Vesper realized she didn’t really care.
She had always spat upon the past, especially the part it played in destroying the minds of canines who constantly dwelled on it. She had shoved her past bitterly aside and lived in the present for a long time, only minding where she would get her food or find a place to sleep from day to day. Now—now everything was different again; the future was the strongest presence in her mind, and a bright future it seemed to be.
The vanilla-colored coywolf smirked and stretched luxuriously, her muscles groaning in relief. She could probably stand to leave the clan alone for a few hours; other than wandering far north and south for news and messages, she hadn’t had a relaxing stroll for a while. As fond as she was of the raven, it would be nice to walk without Stark’s shadow constantly hanging over her, too.
The Inferni subleader bounded through the grass, jumping over a fallen tree and falling into the shade of the woods. She pressed her nose to the bark of a larch then dove into a clump of ferns, her movements impulsive but relaxed. She walked as she did before she had a pack to worry about, although the happy energy balled in her chest was a constant reminder of her pack.
The summer-strong scents of the foliage and the lack of wind made it hard to smell what was around her, but eventually Vesper caught a familiar whiff. She grinned, sly as a fox, and dove into the shrubs again, moving quick and low to the ground. Catching sight of the white shape ahead, she ran through the bushes then leaped out in front of the older she-wolf.
“Tayui!” the scarred coyote yipped, and aimed to nip at her good ear.
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