09-06-2008, 11:53 PM
Wind snapped and whirled, singing over the wasted land. Cicatrice wondered where all the new growth was. There should be a blanket of green saplings out there, but this land was blighted, as though all the life had been sucked out of it. She'd headed north seeking somewhere free of the coyotes and the hybrids she'd met in her short time in this land. It wasn't as if she was antisocial, she just didn't know how to... assimilate after her time as a prisoner of the coyote clan. She longed for the company of her own kind, of wolves, but they were few and far between, and, the gruff female admitted to herself, they may not like having someone with a history such as hers, or such a strong dislike for the coyote. She could tolerate hybrids, but would never willingly allow herself to be led by them. She wasn't so much of a specieist as she simply hated them, the coyotes. Wasn't as if she didn't have reason to, and she knew not all of them were murdering sons of bitches, but she had yet to meet one that wasn't. Shaking her fluffy long pelt, the she wolf loped easily down the slope, her mind on her thoughts.