10-22-2012, 02:42 PM
With the moon out Pride had left the caves behind. This was her time, moving through the pack when most members were asleep. It was easier this way when the sun wouldn't sting her eyes. Her tail swayed behind her. Pride had chosen a different form this night. Instead of the optime form that she was so fond of with it's many uses she had chosen to wander in lupine, her ghostly form crossing the lands. At times it appeared she was no more than a trick of the light with her pale coat and small form.
She was surprised when she smelled another pack member. Who would still be up at this hour? She knew most of the night dwellers, and this wasn't one of them. The young coyote crossed over to where the stream was. Pausing she stared down, letting her nose take in who it was. The wolf appeared old, with too many battles faced in his life. Her nose told her a different story, that of a young powerful wolf. He might be slowed down by the battles, but he wasn't as old as he appeared. Slipping down to the stream she smiled. It's a beautiful night. What called you out?
She was surprised when she smelled another pack member. Who would still be up at this hour? She knew most of the night dwellers, and this wasn't one of them. The young coyote crossed over to where the stream was. Pausing she stared down, letting her nose take in who it was. The wolf appeared old, with too many battles faced in his life. Her nose told her a different story, that of a young powerful wolf. He might be slowed down by the battles, but he wasn't as old as he appeared. Slipping down to the stream she smiled. It's a beautiful night. What called you out?