12-07-2010, 09:41 PM
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Pardon my disjointedness while I try and get into her! Hoping for someone from Anathema, perhaps?[/html]
The sea grass looked much as it might in any other season, lining the embankment seperating shoreline from countryside. But between the golden stalks and the rushing ocean, there was not sand but snow. It was peculiar to think of the beach as a winter place, but the juxtaposition of the quintessential summer getaway and the frigid temperatures of the icy season was not an unpleasant one. Grace D'Angelo certainly enjoyed the miniature snow flurries that were stirred up in her wake, and she loped cheerfully along a meandering path leading northwards.
The nearly-five-month-old was reveling in her newfound freedom. She had convinced Carrow the coyote to leave her here at the beach, and had promised him she'd go right home to Addison, but once her kidnapper-turned-chaperone had departed out of sight in the western fields, she had turned her paws not home, to Phoenix Valley. Instead, she'd picked up on a stranger's scent trail that was steadily leading her towards a ragged seam of mountains. Truly, the girl had no intention of returning to Addison's side. She loved her sister, but seeing the world had opened up a thirst for adventure and independence that would not be satisfied by the predictable, safe lifestyle that Addison would provide.
Presently, the girl slowed her pace to a light jog, then stopped completely to shove her nose down into the snow. At a slight squeaking sound, the cinnamon pup cocked her ears forward intently, and tilted her head to listen. There was a mouse here, somewhere, and the pup's stomach growled for lunch.