looking for gold in the ground

Sparrow · 05-11-2012, 07:39 PM

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Its set somewhat close to AT's borders, but Spar is too meek to go any closer than what she is. xD ~

Things had become quiet peaceful ever since the threat of the Boreas wolves had vanished when the two packs of the northwestern coast retaliated. Though she knew the clan was as alert as ever, there was some exhaling feeling in the air, as if the tension that had been building in the coyote’s moral had been released, and felt appreciated that it was finally over—for now, at least; who knew how long they would be in this state? Sparrow did not ponder often about such things, finding them a fruitless idea to wonder about, but yet she had been.

She knew that the wolves had tried to preach to the other canines of Nova Scotia of their hatred for coyotes, wishing to shove their beliefs down others’ throats at a given chance, or so she heard. While she thought their accusations distasteful, she did concern herself whether the packs were interested in their talk, and found it uneasy to imagined having a whole pack suspecting them just because of their species. The days following the disbandment of their camp, she found herself hoarding the pelts of her trapped prey, being mostly of soft rabbits and somewhat course squirrel. Sparrow herself had no use for them, but she heard the tale of one wolf’s junk being another’s treasure, and perhaps the same could be found here. Measly the offer would be, but it was the best she could do.

She awoke early that morning, and gathering a couple of her furs, left the borders when the sun bore its rays over the ground. She decided to head to the nearest pack—the ones that lived underground, she somewhat appalled the fawn at first, though it also perked her interest. It must’ve been cold in there, knowing that her own cave could be chilling on the right night, and her pelts could provide some comfort for one of them. She was about a mile away from their territory, the sun right above her head, did she stop, and looked out into the woods warily.

Then, after settling her merchandise beside her, she let out quite a loud yap, her ears rising to hear it ring out towards the mountains where the wolves dwelled. She stood there for a moment, and proceeded to sit down, not expecting for one of them to run to her in the next few minutes—her tone was not that urgent, more or less an invitation for company.

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