07-02-2011, 04:49 PM
Mai trotted quietly through the woods, raising her head in the air occasionally to smell the air around her. A while back she had come too close to trespassing on Coyote territory for her liking. Although she was a fellow coyote, she was travelling for a purpose. Her Mammi had told her that she would find her uncles near the mountain range but, here she was, and there was no familiar scent in site. True, she hadn’t seen them since the one time they had traveled down to Rochester to see her Ma, but even if she was 2 months old at the time, their scents were still memories in her mind. She didn't even know whether they knew her Ma had died, and that was another reason for her to look for them.
Her stomach churned endlessly. How long had it been since she hunted something? She’d been lucky enough to pass a stream to drink, but she every time it seemed she found a place to hunt, it had been in some pack’s territory. Whining softly, Mai padded under the shade of a tree, the ground damp underneath her, and lied down. She lay her head down, snuggling her nose in between her paws. ‘I wish Mammi was here to tell me what to do’ she thought to herself. Maybe she should join a pack and give up her search. For all she knew, her uncles -fellow loners- could be dead by now. As the wind blew across her face, Mai could detect a faint wolfish tang in the air, and knew that another pack was nearby.
Having nothing to lose, the young coyote made her way towards the scent. She went about halfway through the forest, which was getting denser by the moment with small animals scurrying through the trees, when she reached the boundary, definitely marked. Letting out a lone howl into the territory, Mai waited. Her tail automatically dropped and she lowered her head to show submission to whoever was to find her. Her ears, though, as much as she tried to keep them respectfully back, flicked with every sound in the forest for sign of another canine. She wondered absently how long it would take to be found, and whether she’d be accepted.
Her stomach churned endlessly. How long had it been since she hunted something? She’d been lucky enough to pass a stream to drink, but she every time it seemed she found a place to hunt, it had been in some pack’s territory. Whining softly, Mai padded under the shade of a tree, the ground damp underneath her, and lied down. She lay her head down, snuggling her nose in between her paws. ‘I wish Mammi was here to tell me what to do’ she thought to herself. Maybe she should join a pack and give up her search. For all she knew, her uncles -fellow loners- could be dead by now. As the wind blew across her face, Mai could detect a faint wolfish tang in the air, and knew that another pack was nearby.
Having nothing to lose, the young coyote made her way towards the scent. She went about halfway through the forest, which was getting denser by the moment with small animals scurrying through the trees, when she reached the boundary, definitely marked. Letting out a lone howl into the territory, Mai waited. Her tail automatically dropped and she lowered her head to show submission to whoever was to find her. Her ears, though, as much as she tried to keep them respectfully back, flicked with every sound in the forest for sign of another canine. She wondered absently how long it would take to be found, and whether she’d be accepted.