Word Count :: 380
OOC :: No problem at all. --- Backdated to September 23
Lyris's paws nearly slid through the mud as a fresh burst of wind flattened her alabaster fur to her slight frame, threatening to whisk her away into the trees beyond. She ducked her head, flattening papery ears and deftly planted her toes in the thick, wet substance, refusing to fall. At last, it passed, but obviously the storm was growing and growling, digging its destructive fingers through the trees. It was only a matter of time before all was lost to the two stranded wolves...
Lyris blinked evergreen eyes and raised her head to find the male once again, standing just as he was before. Moisture-weighted tail flicked against canine heels as the Esteemed spoke, a curious spark settling in dark pupils. Her freezing paws warmed at his small praise, holding it as a delicate pearl though it was only a few, nearly meaningless words. At least it meant she was doing something right, even if it came in the form of a soggy rabbit.
The rain continued to fall, creating a dull thrumming sound similar to that of a bee. The wind was screaming, relentlessly pulling at fur. They were in for something huge.
Through it all, Lyris was calm, dark eyes glittering warmly, flattened white fur shimmering with sparkling raindrops. There would be peace at the end of the storm, and then her worries would really end. One trial after another she was still pulling through, upbeat with it all.
"Alright. Thank you." Though she still cared for her new pack mates, and was unsure weather she should leave the male. But he was bigger and stronger, and she would just be a tick in his fur. He would be able to handle a few more minutes in the downpour.
Slender neck fell and sleek jaws fixed around the meager rabbit. Raising her eyes, she blinked at X'ies, before nodding gratefully. Then, without further a due, Lyris Stryder turned on her heels and ran. With an injured shoulder and slippery grass bed, she was still graceful, elephant-gray pads ever so lightly brushing the earth before pulling up into the next stride, and then the next. A white speck in the gray curtain, her figure grew smaller and smaller, until it vanished entirely the dark abyss.
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