11-12-2011, 01:05 PM
The coywolf sat leaning against a tree, on the edge of the Forest of Nod. There was a stack of wood beside her, odds and ends that were far too small to be made into a bow or spear. In one paw she held a small piece of wood that had been carved into a cube shape, and in the other she held a stone knife. She was occupied with carving a hole into the wood, trying to make it into a bead. Her eyes did not stray from her task, though her ears flicked backwards at the sound of a bird shaking a tree branch as it landed.
Alma originally intended to sit and spy on Zana - she thought she might be somewhere nearby, it was close to the mansion where she first met her - but the woodwork she intended to use as an excuse for her activities soon became an obsession, blocking out all other thoughts. The challenge of carving such a small object made it impossible to focus on anything else. A bear might be able to sneak up behind her without her notice.
She even managed to ignore the patches of white she saw from time to time, in the corner of her eye. It made her think someone was watching her - or worse, that her eyesight was going.
Alma originally intended to sit and spy on Zana - she thought she might be somewhere nearby, it was close to the mansion where she first met her - but the woodwork she intended to use as an excuse for her activities soon became an obsession, blocking out all other thoughts. The challenge of carving such a small object made it impossible to focus on anything else. A bear might be able to sneak up behind her without her notice.
She even managed to ignore the patches of white she saw from time to time, in the corner of her eye. It made her think someone was watching her - or worse, that her eyesight was going.