09-06-2012, 12:02 PM
Night had fallen. The scarlet cloak she'd selected covered most of her frame as she walked outside. It was a good night to come out and relax. The air was growing colder. It was slight for now, not quite there, but she could still pick it up. Pride remembered the coldness of winter, how it had covered everything in monotone colors. She had camouflaged perfectly against a world of white. She was older now, her path not quite chosen. She would serve her pack in the way that was needed, that much she knew.
Finding a quiet spot down by the beach Pride settled down, pale legs glistening in the moonlight. Her fur looked ethereal against the glow of the moon. Idly she watched the ocean's waves beat against the shore. She would choose a path soon. She was an adult. Part of her felt that she should have chosen sooner, but she pushed those thoughts away. Pride refused to dwell on such things. It was the past. She would succeed. That she did not doubt.
Finding a quiet spot down by the beach Pride settled down, pale legs glistening in the moonlight. Her fur looked ethereal against the glow of the moon. Idly she watched the ocean's waves beat against the shore. She would choose a path soon. She was an adult. Part of her felt that she should have chosen sooner, but she pushed those thoughts away. Pride refused to dwell on such things. It was the past. She would succeed. That she did not doubt.