In the months that came and went, the shaggy female had searched the lands high and low for Eclipse, the pup she rescued in the river. The young wolf had quite an adventurous spirit, but in the short time that Mala had bonded with the orphan pup, the great female missed the little wolf. Traveling, though once welcome from the start of spring, was now becoming tiresome on the honey-eyed creature. Paws shuffled along the earth to what led her back south, towards the lands she was familiar with. Malachi only went so far north, for she feared what was up there; not only were the thoughts of wolf skulls on pikes frightening, but also the thought of ever seeing her old tribe again. The tribe that banished her for all the wrong reasons.
Still, the large female had an even larger heart, and knew that her family in the north had every right to do what they had done. She could never go back, no matter how she longed for them. At present, her head low to the ground caught the smell of something bittersweet, and Malachi was instantly caught by hunger pangs. Not able to ignore the feeling any longer, she let her nose guide her, light-colored muzzle lifting upwards to follow the scent.
Not only were the fresh scents of Crimson Dreams present, but apples as well. Soon they came into view, a scene complimented by shades of reds, greens, and pinks. Her quick steps soon became cautious treading, as the scars on her massive body never let her forget that she was on another's marked lands. Still, Mala's stomach would not settle, and with eyes and ears attentive for any other signs of life nearby, her body closed in on the nearest tree in the orchard. Slowly, Malachi pushed herself on her back legs, front paws leaning heavily on the trunk. Flower petals fell along the soft floor as the great creature rose to snag the lowest hanging fruit. When she found one, she grasped it tightly in her jaws and settled back down to all fours.
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