Blind berated herself for wandering into the trenches as she stumbled through the fog, each step feeling heavier than the last. She had been hunting in the hills all morning, and somewhere she had taken a wrong turn. Her sense of direction was, in fact, rather terrible, and she often found herself trying to sniff her way back to familiar ground. She would eventually find her way back, true enough, but she had never tried to locate home with sleep wrestling her eyelids.
The she-wolf paused a moment among the trees to take a look around and listen. She couldn't see very far in front of her, and couldn't hear much more than a babbling brook somewhere nearby. She thought for a moment that she caught a sniff of another canine dancing in the wind, but the scent was too smothered with dampness to tell for sure. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her sleepy eyes and then taking another step forward, the dark wolf's legs began to itch with a sudden and inexplicable desire to run. Her heart took off without her, and soon she found herself racing among the rocks in order to catch up with it.
An almost senile grin spread across Blind's lips as she let her legs carry her wherever they wanted. The wind moved her fur in every direction and filled her lungs with promise as her surroundings became a blur. Sometimes she felt like she could fly...and sometimes she felt chained to the ground. The young wolf's mood was as inconsistent as the waters of the earth.
A sudden change in the smells around her brought Blind to a screeching halt. One more whiff told her that a male wolf was nearby...and a big one at that. She could tell he didn't belong to a pack, however, for his scent was the only one that lingered despite a few stale traces of some other creature somewhere. Fear, as well, was the strongest of the smells that hung in the air, and this made Blind relax a little - if this wolf was afraid, maybe he wouldn't be so apt to take charge over her.
The dark she-wolf wandered toward the smell, her slim nose poking through the fog as she walked. Her ears remained erect and attentive, while her tail stayed close to her heels, just in case. Her eyes had learned to cooperate with her once again, but the fog reminded her of the days she fought with her vision not long after the bear attack in the woods, and it made her feel uneasy. Eventually, however, two charcoal ears paired with a similarly-colored snout became visible in the distance, causing Blind to puff up in mock defense. She figured that, however untrue it may be, if she stood tall enough, her dark pelt might make her look like a monster in the obscuring fog.
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