08-11-2009, 01:06 PM
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It was the second time Urma had decided to leave the shelter of Crimson Dreams. Although she had taken the same direction as the first time, towards Halifax, she had remained in the territory belonging to Shattered Coast, planning on taking a detour when she came too close to lands that were claimed by other packs. She planned to reach Inferni, and maybe spend the night close by, before approaching the borders. Her plan was clearly risky and her heart was heavy with the fact that she hadn't confined in anyone, not even Savina, what her plan was. She was sure the ebony wolf would have tried stopping her. Urma knew herself that what she was doing was probably crazy, and she'd be very lucky if she came back unaffected by her trip and her possible discoveries. In a way, she already felt as if she would gain nothing with her journey, except maybe endangering herself for no real reason. It was clear that Pilot wasn't here, and if the wolf or wolves who had done this to him were, they were not the kind of crowd any reasonable wolf would go against.
She picked up a noise not very far away, and crept up closer anxiously, not knowing who it was. She glimpsed a wolf over the tall grass, but it was hard to tell whether he'd be friendly or not. She hoped she wasn't about to face danger so soon. Carefully, she came closer, trying to make her presence felt without startling the wolf, and hopefully without making him think she was a threat in any way. As she got closer, she was able to notice the fact that the stranger was a young wolf-- though no longer a pup, he clearly didn't have the intimidating air of some male adults. It seemed she hadn't stumbled upon a possible dangerous situation after all, or so she hoped, seeing as there always was a slight possibility that she had underestimated the wolf. She sat down on her haunches, following the youngster with her eyes, trying not to seem like an intruder, though that was what she would probably be perceived as, at first.
It seemed the young wolf was busy following a bird, and Urma was curious why the small creature didn't feel frightened by him. Unless the wolf was really to be trusted, or the bird was injured. From this distance, she couldn't tell which. She decided to come closer, and got up to her feet gently, before taking another few easy steps towards the stranger. If he hadn't noticed her by now, or picked up her scent in the air, he would probably do so around now. Still, to make sure she wouldn't startle him too much, she cleared her throat a bit, before asking on a light, conversational tone, "Is it hurt?" She hoped not. It saddened her to see defenseless creatures hurt, even if she would maybe hunt them. There had always been a clear difference, at least to her, between killing as part of a circle of life, and senseless killing.
She picked up a noise not very far away, and crept up closer anxiously, not knowing who it was. She glimpsed a wolf over the tall grass, but it was hard to tell whether he'd be friendly or not. She hoped she wasn't about to face danger so soon. Carefully, she came closer, trying to make her presence felt without startling the wolf, and hopefully without making him think she was a threat in any way. As she got closer, she was able to notice the fact that the stranger was a young wolf-- though no longer a pup, he clearly didn't have the intimidating air of some male adults. It seemed she hadn't stumbled upon a possible dangerous situation after all, or so she hoped, seeing as there always was a slight possibility that she had underestimated the wolf. She sat down on her haunches, following the youngster with her eyes, trying not to seem like an intruder, though that was what she would probably be perceived as, at first.
It seemed the young wolf was busy following a bird, and Urma was curious why the small creature didn't feel frightened by him. Unless the wolf was really to be trusted, or the bird was injured. From this distance, she couldn't tell which. She decided to come closer, and got up to her feet gently, before taking another few easy steps towards the stranger. If he hadn't noticed her by now, or picked up her scent in the air, he would probably do so around now. Still, to make sure she wouldn't startle him too much, she cleared her throat a bit, before asking on a light, conversational tone, "Is it hurt?" She hoped not. It saddened her to see defenseless creatures hurt, even if she would maybe hunt them. There had always been a clear difference, at least to her, between killing as part of a circle of life, and senseless killing.
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