03-01-2011, 09:09 PM
Rolling onto her feet for there was not much more need to be that submissive other then common edicate. She looked around the world though it had changed little and had opened with brand new possibilities and wonders. Her paws tingled and her cheek was slowly pulling back into a grin.
'my first pack' She thought her tail now high wagged a it in the glory of her revaluation. Her body and mind now buzzing with energy and excitement, making it hard for her thought's to get in order. She walked over the hill crest toward the stronger pack smell, hesitating a bit then taking a deliberate step. A wave of personal victory engulfed her leaving her giddy, with excitement and happiness.
With a toss of her tail, she lept into a happy sprint. Dodging trees and hopping rivers. She loved to run! It was so freeing and intoxicating, that feel of being weightless, there was nothing else like it for her. Suddenly a homely, warm, rich smell hit her with force. Rabbit. From a dead on sprint she lept into a crouch like a cat. Her ears, and nose twitching, but her eyes had grown serious. Picking up the sounds she crept forward, noting happily she was downwind and as long as it didn't hear her. With powerful back legs she jumped from her rocky perch and crushing the rabbits spine in her landing. Picking it up tenderly, not willing to break the skin and release it's still warm blood. Bringing her head up to look into the forest, the dim light of twilight on her. She sighed for a second placing the rabbit back at her feet.
The thing her mom had insisted was knowing direction by stars, for her mouther was a wanderer, and she was destined to be one to. When on the tundra and everything looks the same they were your lifeline and way around. Here they were different, some were the same and new ones doted the ski in brand new patterns. Yet the moon and the north star stayed the same. Both dangling in the velvet of night.
Her mind wandered then she remembered. "Noah" she barked to herself in anger, why must she be so rude. She grabbed the rabbit in her jaws and took back off.
Leaping back over the hill hoping he did not go very far. "Noah! Noah! I'm sorry" she tried to yell through the rabbit fur, but it came back more like "Nerry!, Nerry! Omph airy!"
'my first pack' She thought her tail now high wagged a it in the glory of her revaluation. Her body and mind now buzzing with energy and excitement, making it hard for her thought's to get in order. She walked over the hill crest toward the stronger pack smell, hesitating a bit then taking a deliberate step. A wave of personal victory engulfed her leaving her giddy, with excitement and happiness.
With a toss of her tail, she lept into a happy sprint. Dodging trees and hopping rivers. She loved to run! It was so freeing and intoxicating, that feel of being weightless, there was nothing else like it for her. Suddenly a homely, warm, rich smell hit her with force. Rabbit. From a dead on sprint she lept into a crouch like a cat. Her ears, and nose twitching, but her eyes had grown serious. Picking up the sounds she crept forward, noting happily she was downwind and as long as it didn't hear her. With powerful back legs she jumped from her rocky perch and crushing the rabbits spine in her landing. Picking it up tenderly, not willing to break the skin and release it's still warm blood. Bringing her head up to look into the forest, the dim light of twilight on her. She sighed for a second placing the rabbit back at her feet.
The thing her mom had insisted was knowing direction by stars, for her mouther was a wanderer, and she was destined to be one to. When on the tundra and everything looks the same they were your lifeline and way around. Here they were different, some were the same and new ones doted the ski in brand new patterns. Yet the moon and the north star stayed the same. Both dangling in the velvet of night.
Her mind wandered then she remembered. "Noah" she barked to herself in anger, why must she be so rude. She grabbed the rabbit in her jaws and took back off.
Leaping back over the hill hoping he did not go very far. "Noah! Noah! I'm sorry" she tried to yell through the rabbit fur, but it came back more like "Nerry!, Nerry! Omph airy!"