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Around the Fundy National Park territory, early afternoon!
WC: 291
lost into the weight of gravity
It took time to adjust to living in the Stormbringer camp with other wolves, after having been a loner for so long. Colibri dearly wished she could be as sociable as Niernan and Bran, or as friendly as Saul and the pups, but she was still defensive and shy at heart. It was straining her poor social skills to live in such close proximity with everyone, and so she slipped off this morning into the forest to do a little hunting on her own. When she was safely within the verdant shelter of the trees, she took the time to shift down; her stiff joints protested as she reverted to all fours, but she shook herself vigorously, stretching and yawning. Her Lupus form was small and underweight, evidence of her lack of talent hunting. It was time to fill up.
The morning sun rose, warming the late spring air and drawing out the local wildlife. These hills were abundant with plump little lemmings, embolden by their desire to harvest the flowers in bloom. A few quick pounces and a toss in the air, and Coli had satisfied her hunger with the rodents. The earthen-brown wolf licked her lips contentedly and curled up on the grass, enjoying the warm sun on her upturned face. It was quiet and peaceful here, despite her misgivings about the noisy family group that had adopted her as one of their own. At least she had a place to return to now, somewhere she could sleep without fear of ambush. It wasn't Crimson Dreams, but it was a start... She flicked her bobtail in a lazy pattern, blue eyes watching with mild interest as other lemmings began scurrying about, replacing their fallen comrades without missing a beat.
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