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Backdated to Feb. 20th if that's okay? <3 Poor Mala is holed up in her cave XD
It had been dark and cool for several days and nights, it seemed, even after the snowstorm of the earlier days had disappeared. Snow was still evident, perhaps even showing signs of melting under the bright sun, but the trees of the land didn't even promise that. The earth shivered, dark and cool under the even piles of snow that formed around even the largest of trees, boulders, and even the partially covered cave which lay a very quiet soul.
The shaggy beast's breath was still, the mist that surrounded from her black nose evidence that the creature was alive. Large fur was damp and clung to the animal's large body in the dark recesses of the cave, where she took shelter from the weather - at first. With the recent events a few moons ago that left its mark on the creature's neck and back right leg, the cave then became a place she hardly left. The large female became a mole, in a sense, only leaving the safe, stone walls for essential things, and nothing more.
A part of Malachi wished she had hibernated since winter began. But her nature drove her to stay awake, to wander about, to only find shelter if storms hit. Honey eye opened, finding that sleep would not come that late afternoon - despite the darkness of the forest that could have fooled anyone into thinking it was night time. Like the moon that would soon rise in the sky, the female's giant head rose a few inches from the ground, nose wriggling with a strange scent or two. Beads around the creature's neck made a small noise in protest, but then fell in silence again, unable to hide the small, fresh pink scars that started there. The unfamiliar scents disappeared with a howling wind, making the forest before the creature even more eerie, but the indifference marked on her visage proved otherwise.
Mala did not want to move, did not care to. She wanted to close her eyes and beg for sleep to come, but all she could see instead were the sharp fangs of attacking wolves, the sting of their claws digging into her flesh. Presently she winced, uncertain of what to think. The female was glad to have run into an unknown female that was able to cure her, keep her safe despite Mala's wariness, until she gathered the strength to make her way back to the rocky den. Ever since that day, she hardly left its confines, always pondering why they attacked her.
She knew her parents would have been disappointed, her being a stranger and entering lands that belonged to other wolves, and Malachi should have known better. Still, by the anger on the black wolves faces and their aggression towards the shaggy female hinted something else that she herself didn't know about. Feeling burdened by sadness and confusion, the creature closed her eyes again and exhaled deeply, settling her head back down and stirring loose dust to trail towards the mouth of the cave, and disappearing into the wind.