09-26-2012, 02:56 PM
A ragged grey coyote materialized out of the storm. Pride pressed down to the ground, whining softly as she pressed her form closer to where the four legged female was. She couldn't express how glad she was to see her. Nodding her head Pride pressed forward against the storm, crossing over the boundary. Claws dug into the landscape, just hoping that she'd be lucky and not end up blown away. She was proud of her coyote heritage, but it did mean she was smaller, and such storms were tougher to navigate.
Her optime form was heavier than the lupine form her rescuer had, but she still moved on four legs, long limbs stretching and adopting a lope of sorts that helped carry her across. There was so much dust being blown up, tiny whimpers occasionally escaping from her. She probably shouldn't have returned to this pack after her disastrous attempt at approaching those within it, but what choice did she have with this storm? At least this grey coyote wouldn't hold where she came from against her.
Her optime form was heavier than the lupine form her rescuer had, but she still moved on four legs, long limbs stretching and adopting a lope of sorts that helped carry her across. There was so much dust being blown up, tiny whimpers occasionally escaping from her. She probably shouldn't have returned to this pack after her disastrous attempt at approaching those within it, but what choice did she have with this storm? At least this grey coyote wouldn't hold where she came from against her.