11-14-2007, 04:59 PM
Several minutes of silence past with no real reason for her paranoia. The meat seeped pinkish fluid and was swiftly eaten. India didn't much care for the area she was in. Wooded and with a low fog that smelled to old to be natural, she padded deeper into the area. Snow was crunchy, and the few areas of dirt shown like scars on the landscape. Her muzzle tasted like the easy meal she found and she continually licked it for flavor, even if the cold bit at her damp nose. India's narrow paws sunk deep into the snow, not having the broad snow paws of other wolves. It caused her to struggle a bit, leaving her exhausted only after a few hours of wandering. She compensated for sinking by doing a strange gaited bounce, similar to that of a rabbit or bounding cat. Her long legs proved to be of some advantage when the snow got deep but the trudging had taken its toll.
India found a tightly packed area of shrubs and small trees in which it seemed a group of deer had once bedded down in. It was perfect for a rest and to block the wind. If it snowed anymore she would have to smell out a pack and hope they would take her in. She thought back for a second, back to her family, her blood, and her enemies. The strong reddish brown eyes glazed over in memory, the blood was sweet, the satisfaction to good to pass up. They got what they deserved. Stop... She shook away the thought and circled a bedding area two times before nestling down with her face to the parted scrub to watch for signs of life outside. Her muscles vibrated with the stress of her journey, but her full stomach was satisfied. She lucked up with such a meal. How the deer was killed didn't really matter, she took the opportunity and ran with it. The idea that the deer was someone's meal made her wonder if there was anyone around her. The faint smell of several wolf packs would waft on the wind, or was she just hoping to hard to smell one? Was it really pack?
The red creature slumped into sleep, rolling the memory of smell over in her head. Warm bodies, snuggling, and other wolves. She missed pack life, taking care of the pups, and socializing with her friends. Dreams of play fighting, the small ones Markis, Hether, Jeji, and Kerlos, all grey and white rolling around on the ground and biting her tail, the sweetish musk of their soft fur, and the childish bantering that all pups did bounced in a dazed dream across her mind. India woke herself muttering for the dream pups to stop wandering so far off. When she opened her eyes she found that it had snowed about an inch or so, and the light flakes fluttered down in wicked spirals. Her eyes were focusing on the too white scenery, trying to decipher shapes and grayish smudges as trees or creatures. When she felt as though nothing was there she whimpered to herself and tucked her nose under one of her paws to warm it muttering I hate this weather. I wish the others back home are freezing their asses off... The wish floated out on the air and sounded strange to the usual sound of wind and the hushed sound of unhappy trees. The wind picked up and forced itself through the sparse forest, making trees lean and cry out with cracking and popping. India inhaled deeply hoping to smell wolf but getting the unsure feeling if it was really what she was smelling. Once the wind died down and the flurry returned to its casual fluttering, she got up and walked right outside of the small area. She was alone and cold and felt herself becoming distant from the world around her. She vibrated her throat to clear it. She wanted to see if anyone was around and there was one way she could find out. The eerie sound of a lone wolf climbed out of her throat and caught on the light wind. It echoed of the trees and startled herself. It was much to loud for silence. She perked her eyes and waited for reply. Nothing. She waited another minute or so before lowering her head and collapsing in the snow in defeat. Another day of traveling would have to put her in someones range.
India found a tightly packed area of shrubs and small trees in which it seemed a group of deer had once bedded down in. It was perfect for a rest and to block the wind. If it snowed anymore she would have to smell out a pack and hope they would take her in. She thought back for a second, back to her family, her blood, and her enemies. The strong reddish brown eyes glazed over in memory, the blood was sweet, the satisfaction to good to pass up. They got what they deserved. Stop... She shook away the thought and circled a bedding area two times before nestling down with her face to the parted scrub to watch for signs of life outside. Her muscles vibrated with the stress of her journey, but her full stomach was satisfied. She lucked up with such a meal. How the deer was killed didn't really matter, she took the opportunity and ran with it. The idea that the deer was someone's meal made her wonder if there was anyone around her. The faint smell of several wolf packs would waft on the wind, or was she just hoping to hard to smell one? Was it really pack?
The red creature slumped into sleep, rolling the memory of smell over in her head. Warm bodies, snuggling, and other wolves. She missed pack life, taking care of the pups, and socializing with her friends. Dreams of play fighting, the small ones Markis, Hether, Jeji, and Kerlos, all grey and white rolling around on the ground and biting her tail, the sweetish musk of their soft fur, and the childish bantering that all pups did bounced in a dazed dream across her mind. India woke herself muttering for the dream pups to stop wandering so far off. When she opened her eyes she found that it had snowed about an inch or so, and the light flakes fluttered down in wicked spirals. Her eyes were focusing on the too white scenery, trying to decipher shapes and grayish smudges as trees or creatures. When she felt as though nothing was there she whimpered to herself and tucked her nose under one of her paws to warm it muttering I hate this weather. I wish the others back home are freezing their asses off... The wish floated out on the air and sounded strange to the usual sound of wind and the hushed sound of unhappy trees. The wind picked up and forced itself through the sparse forest, making trees lean and cry out with cracking and popping. India inhaled deeply hoping to smell wolf but getting the unsure feeling if it was really what she was smelling. Once the wind died down and the flurry returned to its casual fluttering, she got up and walked right outside of the small area. She was alone and cold and felt herself becoming distant from the world around her. She vibrated her throat to clear it. She wanted to see if anyone was around and there was one way she could find out. The eerie sound of a lone wolf climbed out of her throat and caught on the light wind. It echoed of the trees and startled herself. It was much to loud for silence. She perked her eyes and waited for reply. Nothing. She waited another minute or so before lowering her head and collapsing in the snow in defeat. Another day of traveling would have to put her in someones range.