No Holding Back

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-13-2012, 04:12 PM

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Word Count :: 500

OOC: Hopefully this makes sense, haha. So over-tired! D:

Ciara was on a mission. She had taken it upon herself to explore the lands surrounding her pack so she’d never be surprised. The mottled black, white and tawny yearling had inspected every species of plant, every rodent she could find, and even the big game – though they were watched from afar. She’d learned from her Epsilon Augustus that she mustn’t go after the big game by herself, much to her displeasure. The young wolfess wanted to prove herself to the pack. Right now she was a lowly subordinate, not quite at the base level of the Omega but not of a standing rank either. She almost envied Noah, the Omega, for even though he was the lowest in the pack’s hierarchy, he still knew his job. Ciara never knew what she could do to help the pack, or show them that she could be useful.

So she’d begun her hobby as a scout. The yearling knew that it wasn’t her place to respond to the calls of lone wolves on New Dawn’s borders, but she could certainly check out all the areas surrounding the pack. She’d tracked herds, found long empty dens of other predators, and had extensively studied the shoreline. The one thing she hadn’t done was follow the river she loved which passed close to the pack’s den and lead out into the neutral territory. It was that route she was following today, leading herself along the bank into the Halcyon Mountains.

She didn’t notice how far she’d traveled or how long she’d followed the river until she heard the splashing of something in the water. Earth-coloured hues narrowed suspiciously, for water creatures were something she was not used to. Noah had once attempted to take her fishing in optime form, but the young subordinate had never grown used to it. She enjoyed simply drinking from the water and watching it move along in its secret current. The story was completely different for the canine she spotted up ahead, sticking his nose right into the waterfall.

Ciara paused, tail sticking out parallel to the ground in her curiosity. Her ears perked forward, and she cocked her head to one side, and then the next, trying to determine just what the other was doing. Her nose told her that this was a male, and he smelled of a strange mixture of coyote and wolf. She could detect no specific pack odours from him, certainly none of the ones close enough to New Dawn for her to recognize. She decided to throw caution and shyness to the wind, and approach the male, just as he was scarfing down the fish he’d caught.

“How did you do that?” the subordinate asked, clearly impressed with the skill of the coywolf. Her muzzle broke into what could only be described as a sheepish grin. She was amused by the crazy shape the male’s pelt had taken, and it was all she could do not to laugh at him.

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