06-06-2010, 05:22 PM
Aislinn had been exploring the lands of Dahlia for last the last few days, learning the ins and outs of the few miles that she had walked. She wasn't able to go far due to her injured back leg but she didn't mind taking it slowly, as it gave her a chance to take in all of her surroundings. She was still getting used to the new smells and sights that filled her being and made her buzz slightly from excitement. However, her ecstasy was not left untainted by the sorrow that resided in her heart; leaving her original home had not been easy and it was going to take her a while to settle down and find some friends. She found it hard to meet new people but in these circumstances, she had to at least try. What other options did she have?
The blue furred wolf plodded onwards, her paws feeling every change in terrain. She sniffed at the air, breathing in the freshness of the wind, letting it fill her lungs with the scent of grass and soil and...canine. Aislinn scented the air again. The canine smell was stronger in one direction. Perhaps she would be able to talk to someone and perhaps gain a little insight to the workings of the area. She changed her course and made her way slowly to the source of the scent, her back leg dragging a little. She felt slightly nervous and somewhat anxious to be meeting what smelt to be a male. However, she reassured herself by remembering Conor, the kind golden wolf that had welcomed her into Dahlia De Mai and told herself that it surely this wolf would be just as kind if he were in Dahlia De Mai territory.
The blue furred wolf plodded onwards, her paws feeling every change in terrain. She sniffed at the air, breathing in the freshness of the wind, letting it fill her lungs with the scent of grass and soil and...canine. Aislinn scented the air again. The canine smell was stronger in one direction. Perhaps she would be able to talk to someone and perhaps gain a little insight to the workings of the area. She changed her course and made her way slowly to the source of the scent, her back leg dragging a little. She felt slightly nervous and somewhat anxious to be meeting what smelt to be a male. However, she reassured herself by remembering Conor, the kind golden wolf that had welcomed her into Dahlia De Mai and told herself that it surely this wolf would be just as kind if he were in Dahlia De Mai territory.