Word Count :: 3+ ^ gorgeous post there.
She had been travelling just outside the borders, and her exertions had taxed her. Despite having spent awhile redoing her plaits recently, Caspa had chosen to shift back to lupus, as journeying always went easier in that form. She preferred to loosen her cornrows before she did, as the long hair always retracted when changing, although still staying reasonably long and flowing, it was not long enough any more to need arranging out of her face. In this form, she had some semblance of a wolf-like gait, the kind of steady trot that didn't use up energy to any great amount. She was skirting Lunenberg at this pace, when she crossed a scent-trail that caught her attention. The pawmarks where they showed were small, but the trace reminded her of someone. The tracks led away at an angle to her path, and into a forest. They were alone, whoever they were. Caspa was by instinct at least partly a shepherd. There was no question of her continuing without some investigation.
The spoor took the half-dog through a tangle of trees, indistinct in the dusk, and she was unable to maintain her previous elegance as she was forced to wriggle through root-arches rather too small for even her slender frame - it was quite certain she followed a pup! After a short time, she came to a wider path and picked up the pace to a gentle lope. She could tell she was catching up to her quarry, on her presumably longer legs. When she came to the meadow, she was pleasantly surprised. She would never have guessed this was here, and even by the dying-back winter growth she could tell there were some rare and interesting meadow herbs and flowers in the vicinity. She slowed to wend her way through more attentively, but only recognised dead poppy stalks. Her long leg-fur trailing in the moonlit grass, she stopped dead seeing a large shape loom ahead - an ornate and peculiar building. This was a mysterious place indeed, but she didn't give it a second thought, having caught the gleam of pale fur on the swing. She was reminded of Elvira, but that girl must have grown much larger by now and the smell was very different. She trod towards the pup, ghostly white. "Out for a stroll?"
Image courtesy of ®DS @ flickr; Table by the Mentors!
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