Her nose led her, the outskirts of the packlands familiar and calling her name in gentle whispers. Anu walked slowly towards them, and with a drop of hesitation passed over them. Silent the thin tawny female walked like a ghost in hoped of finding only Geneva, no one else. He lived here too, but Anu could only remember his scent vaguely, pushing the memory down deep until she forgot them entirely. At least for a moment.
Knowing that the farm sat in the center of the territory, Anu made her way towards it. Only a sweet scent that drifted on a passing breeze, nothing more then an ear teasing gust, made her change her direction. Nose to the wind, Anu close her eyes taking in the emotions that she read so easily from the nearby female. Her paws pounded against the awakening grass, her lean frame still inaudible as she ran. The sight of her made Anu falter in her step, slowing until she dare not get any closer.
She was ragged, and blood hung on her scent. A barrage of emotion hit her, fear, anger, sorrow and worry just to name a few. Blue eyes fell to the ground; at the very pang of happiness she felt just to lay her eyes upon the other. Her heart beat, quickly as she took another step towards her. Are you ok? The words held every but of emotion that Anu couldn’t contain. Why did the mere sight of her make tears sting her eyes? Why did she want nothing more then for the bodies to be touching? Even ounce of her being kept her locked in place. |