ooc: owl toweeeeeel. <3[/html]Pointed, white ears barely peaked over the tall underbrush as a small creature padded on through, pushing its way past the foliage. The animal was heading towards a field-like area, where it was not choked by the bushes that must’ve sprouted over the summer, since the tightly knit branches were young and firm. Giving one last, desperate shove against a particularly unyielding bush, the beast─ a white wolf, and a young one at that─ managed to swim through the ocean of a forest she caught herself in. The wolf huffed dramatically as if the task was difficult, and started to roll on her back, feet splayed in the air, kicking at invisible plants that hung in the air playfully; Sydney was pretending she was fighting against more undergrowth, and in her mind, tearing them all to shreds valiantly. After defeating the last victims of her battle, the girl got back to her paws to inspect the field.
It was fairly flat, with a distant building in the distance, and fences that weren’t really fences anymore.Only stakes of once was the barriers now stood, and, curious as to why the fence was trying to keep things out, easily slipped under a slanted beam. Tall stalks of some unknown crop stood tall in one corner of the small field, though only in one tiny area. Sydney decided that she had enough of walking among things that were taller than her, and continued past the plants. Another patch of things grew, but they were more interesting than the plain stalks.
They were spherical, with ridges along their sides, growing in clusters of different sizes. They were also a color the wolf never really seen often before: orange, the color that showed when the sun set sometimes. With blue eyes as round as the orange-things with curiosity, Sydney stiffed at the bulbous plant. It did not sniff back, nor moved, so she nudged it. It did not bite, and when she came to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to hurt her, she let a crazy grin come across her face, and murmured to herself, “I wonder what the inside looks like.” Grabbing a smaller one of the patch, she started to carry the orange-thing away from the others, unaware that a vine connected the smaller one to some of the others. She barely noticed that she was tugging along more than she thought, and when she heard some of them bump together, she turned around to see the orange-things following her.
With a yelp of fear, she released her own plant, and turned to face the rest, her fur fluffing up to make herself appear bigger. Perhaps the orange-things will get scared and roll back to their patch.
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