02-08-2010, 03:58 PM
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Colibri padded lightly along the snow, her earth-brown fur a bold contrast against the white landscape. She was trying to explore a little, even though it did make her nervous to be meeting the wolves she shared her new home with. She hadn't gotten a chance to speak with Princess after the pack gathering, although it would have been nice to meet the former Dahlian and ask her some questions. The war was a terrible prospect, and they both had family there.
She exhaled a sigh, blue eyes lingering on the manor behind her. It was somewhat tempting to merely remain indoors all day, safe in the haven of her room. Anu came and went throughout the day; she would surely stop in and spend some quality time with her roommate... but no, she wasn't trying to relive her hermit ways. Just because she was socially inept, she shouldn't cloister herself away from the world...
The frail Optime found herself studying the shape of a windmill, covered in snow and frozen in place. There was a barn nearby it, faded red paint masked by frost and peeling with age. Coli didn't see any pawprints leading to or from the abandoned farmstead - if someone had come to visit it, the wind had chased their trail away, leaving a blank sheet of snow behind them.
Her tail stub twitched behind her, realizing the barn might have rodents dwelling in it. Since she'd lost her tail, it had been difficult to hunt for herself. She had regained her strength, but not her balance or confidence. Perhaps she could do some small game hunting without anyone noticing. She slipped quietly in through the threshold, brushing the snowflakes from her arms and mane as she waited to let her eyes adjust. The dim lighting made it not immediately obvious that there was someone else there...
Colibri padded lightly along the snow, her earth-brown fur a bold contrast against the white landscape. She was trying to explore a little, even though it did make her nervous to be meeting the wolves she shared her new home with. She hadn't gotten a chance to speak with Princess after the pack gathering, although it would have been nice to meet the former Dahlian and ask her some questions. The war was a terrible prospect, and they both had family there.
She exhaled a sigh, blue eyes lingering on the manor behind her. It was somewhat tempting to merely remain indoors all day, safe in the haven of her room. Anu came and went throughout the day; she would surely stop in and spend some quality time with her roommate... but no, she wasn't trying to relive her hermit ways. Just because she was socially inept, she shouldn't cloister herself away from the world...
The frail Optime found herself studying the shape of a windmill, covered in snow and frozen in place. There was a barn nearby it, faded red paint masked by frost and peeling with age. Coli didn't see any pawprints leading to or from the abandoned farmstead - if someone had come to visit it, the wind had chased their trail away, leaving a blank sheet of snow behind them.
Her tail stub twitched behind her, realizing the barn might have rodents dwelling in it. Since she'd lost her tail, it had been difficult to hunt for herself. She had regained her strength, but not her balance or confidence. Perhaps she could do some small game hunting without anyone noticing. She slipped quietly in through the threshold, brushing the snowflakes from her arms and mane as she waited to let her eyes adjust. The dim lighting made it not immediately obvious that there was someone else there...