05-20-2010, 10:02 PM
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Maria watched wearily as the she-wolf’s body loosened its muscles and relaxed a little. Although only a yearling, Maria understood well enough that she was not completely out of the woods yet. More like a paw out, earning trust was troublesome business. If it had been a role reversal, the situation would be the same. Although Crimson Dreams was unknown to her, Maria admired how the Major spoke fondly of her pack. The arctic swayed under the intense stare of Mati’s gaze, being looked over so extensively was a little unnerving. The major, although rather large, looked young as well and Maria admired how such a wolf could have become ranked at her age. She must be very talented. Her own body seemed to ease itself as Mati left enough personal room between them for comfortable conversation.
It seemed Mati could understand Maria’s situation and it made her happy. Even with earlier tensions, it had been weeks, if not months, since the she-wolf had talked with another. What lonely and desolate times those were. Cold fingers seemed to grip her lungs as she thought of those days. It is not natural for wolves to live alone being the social creature they are. One cannot live without the pack and the pack cannot live without the ones who make it. That was the way she was taught to live by her dear mother. Up north, where large prey is the main food source, living without a pack is suicide. Luckily, Maria had learned some hunting tricks through her travels and managed, barely.
Mati’s question took her off guard. Do I want a home? She asked herself. Maria’s eyes ventured to the barren lands of McNarmara’s Landing and then towards the sky. It pleased her to think that, somewhere, her birth pack was underneath the same blue. They will go on without her and continue the legacy, but what is her purpose? “A home you say? What is home? Where our loved ones are, where we were born….. but how about where our futures lie?” Her mind’s eye flooded with vivid images of the past journey. She could not deny there was something about this land, these wolves, which drew her here. The greys were her other half, her blood brothers and sisters. The Luperci, which pulled her every full moon, which dragged her here, screamed with joy. “Yes, I believe I am home.” Her voice had become bold and powerful with understanding. Somehow, this would have been what father wanted.
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Thanks. Still super rusty though.
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Maria watched wearily as the she-wolf’s body loosened its muscles and relaxed a little. Although only a yearling, Maria understood well enough that she was not completely out of the woods yet. More like a paw out, earning trust was troublesome business. If it had been a role reversal, the situation would be the same. Although Crimson Dreams was unknown to her, Maria admired how the Major spoke fondly of her pack. The arctic swayed under the intense stare of Mati’s gaze, being looked over so extensively was a little unnerving. The major, although rather large, looked young as well and Maria admired how such a wolf could have become ranked at her age. She must be very talented. Her own body seemed to ease itself as Mati left enough personal room between them for comfortable conversation.
It seemed Mati could understand Maria’s situation and it made her happy. Even with earlier tensions, it had been weeks, if not months, since the she-wolf had talked with another. What lonely and desolate times those were. Cold fingers seemed to grip her lungs as she thought of those days. It is not natural for wolves to live alone being the social creature they are. One cannot live without the pack and the pack cannot live without the ones who make it. That was the way she was taught to live by her dear mother. Up north, where large prey is the main food source, living without a pack is suicide. Luckily, Maria had learned some hunting tricks through her travels and managed, barely.
Mati’s question took her off guard. Do I want a home? She asked herself. Maria’s eyes ventured to the barren lands of McNarmara’s Landing and then towards the sky. It pleased her to think that, somewhere, her birth pack was underneath the same blue. They will go on without her and continue the legacy, but what is her purpose? “A home you say? What is home? Where our loved ones are, where we were born….. but how about where our futures lie?” Her mind’s eye flooded with vivid images of the past journey. She could not deny there was something about this land, these wolves, which drew her here. The greys were her other half, her blood brothers and sisters. The Luperci, which pulled her every full moon, which dragged her here, screamed with joy. “Yes, I believe I am home.” Her voice had become bold and powerful with understanding. Somehow, this would have been what father wanted.