Intertwining her fingers before her she glanced around, ocean eyes wide and darting each direction at the slightest sound or trace of moment, tail wrapped tightly to her body as nerves and hesitation pinned her to the ground rendering her incapable of progressing forwards or continuing her search. She was sure it was in this area.. somewhat, having heard many a confused whisper and tale though she was going searching these lands on nothing more then wishful whim, no longer sure what was truth and what was tale about the pack that was once apart of Anathema, so god damned secretive it made her jumpy and doubt herself in a way she hadn't been in such a long time; when she found him, she fully intended to lecture him on how problematic it was just to find him and that he should of made tracking him down easier for her.
Grumbling to herself she picked up heavy feet, pushing through the influx of uneasy emotions as she wandered aimlessly with her nose held to the wind, seeking a familiar scent or at least an indication of a packs borders; her dearest, sweetest brother would pay for making her work so hard to find him, that he would. Again and again she mentally threatened him, although the threats were nothing more then a way to keep her mind away from the unease that filled her. Time passed quickly whilst he progress remained fixed at the same point, the sun that was once brightly hanging over her head had begun to fall, casting longer shadows over the land.
It was then she smelt something or at least thought she smelt a border. Pausing she cocked her head to the side, considering following the scent or calling from where she was, although with her nerves as they were she quickly decided to simply howl loudly from where she stood rather then to approach closer and confirm whether what she smelt in the distance was a border or not; the worst that could happen by calling from where she was was that no one answered and she looked a little bit foolish.
Brushing down the furs along her body and playing with her hair, the golden woman settled herself down a little before calling for him, calling for her brother she had surprisingly missed as of recently. “Siri, you better answer me or else” she threatened, arms hugging her stomach as she waited in hope for some response of some kind.
Photo courtesy of Analog Weapon, texture by SweettEmottion
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