Val got lost! Poor Val! 437 words, oh my.
Valinta wandered around the new pack she lived in, Anathema. The pack was now her home, and she was doing her best to learn it. Unfortunately, this attempt was met with a roadblock. The woman had almost no sense of direction, not in the caves. She had been fine until the daylight went away and the heat became cool, and she had wandered into the rather imposing dens.
It was a matrix of homes and common areas, places for people to rest and relax, places for those same people to prepare meals and feast. The extensive cave system was imposing and terrified the small female; accustomed as she was to life aboveground. It wasn’t as though she had a fear of enclosed spaces – no, it was rather her fear of being separated from her son.
Of course, it wasn’t really a fear that scared her, it was more or less just a fear that worried her. If she wasn’t around, what would happen to her little boy? He wandered off enough as it was, and if she were gone… Who knew what kinds of trouble the kid would get into?
Breathing in deeply, then letting out a sigh, Valinta leaned against one of the cool walls as she tried to make a sense of her surroundings. She was smelling lots of food, so she was either by the kitchen or the storage areas… Or maybe someone was just in their den with some food of their own.
Scowling, the chocolate-furred female lifted her nose to try and discern something different from the oppressive smell of food, and then gave up. It would do no good; she was terribly, horribly lost. And there wasn’t much she could do about it, either, considering her absolute newness to the pack and to these lands in general.
Taking a few steps to the east (or was it west?), Valinta turned her head at an intersection, to the north (or was it south?). She turned her head to the south (or was it north?) and then back again, attempting to decide a direction.
Ambling in the southern direction, the right, the female lifted her head to look at the ceilings so high above her. They were amazing, the fact that nature could provide homes as wonderful as these caves.
Abruptly stopping, Valinta hit a wall she hadn’t noticed. Rubbing her muzzle, she began to tear up a little, out of the dull pain, out of frustration, out of anger at herself and worry for Gunnar. Sitting down, she wiped her eyes and scowled, trying to figure out where the hell she was.
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