03-04-2011, 01:25 AM
Shanta knew of the flame already, it was a sort of guide to the pack. It was a hope, a leader to many wolves. She could see why, the flames seemed so promising, like it would never disobey her, it sparked hope in her. Then she heard of the snowstorm, remembering it so perfectly. She had been on her own for the end of it; she had stayed in a cave for most of it, going out to hunt when possible. Then she heard of the leader and his new disability, she started questioning and imagining how he could have hurt himself.
She looked at Ayasha as the pup finished her explanation. "Who is usually in the Town Hall?" Shanta questioned. She walked closer to the fire, about 15 feet away, and sat down. She waited for the pup to join her. She liked this little one, she was a bit rambunctious and curious, yet not annoyingly hyper or nosey. However, Shanta waited for another wolf to come and join them, just anyone.
She looked at Ayasha as the pup finished her explanation. "Who is usually in the Town Hall?" Shanta questioned. She walked closer to the fire, about 15 feet away, and sat down. She waited for the pup to join her. She liked this little one, she was a bit rambunctious and curious, yet not annoyingly hyper or nosey. However, Shanta waited for another wolf to come and join them, just anyone.