03-16-2010, 10:51 PM
The winter was on its way out; the nastiness of the weather had taken a toll on every one, and everything. Pontiac was quick to find out that winter wasn’t her season; she found her-self dealing with bouts of depression, and feared showing her raw self to the members that she knew. She didn’t want anyone to see her gloomy and upset with life it-self. She found a cabin deep within the pack lands and took her-self there and held her-self prisoner there, only allowing her face to be seen when she was out trying to get a bite to eat. She wasn’t sure how she found her-self to this point. Her coat had shifted from a smooth ivory to tan over the winter taking on a common dog’s marking. She was ever so sure that no one would want to have her around in the pack, she wasn’t a wolf…or if she was, she didn’t look like one that for sure.
She stepped out of the ran down shack, mud was dried to her ivory legs, as she shifted as her shaggy pelt clung to her coat as she blinked looking at the early spring sun, she snorted and then sneezed, as she twitched her nose. She sighed as she rolled her head down. She found a path that took her back to the water font to bath her body off, she sighed as she pushed her head and headed towards the water front.
She stepped out of the ran down shack, mud was dried to her ivory legs, as she shifted as her shaggy pelt clung to her coat as she blinked looking at the early spring sun, she snorted and then sneezed, as she twitched her nose. She sighed as she rolled her head down. She found a path that took her back to the water font to bath her body off, she sighed as she pushed her head and headed towards the water front.