09-26-2008, 01:03 PM
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The light bathed the trees and the grass all around the white wolf. The leaves cast oddly-shaped shadows on the ground below, dancing a slow, steady dance, one with the motion of the wind. The female stood quite still in the dim light, somewhere between a late dusk and an early evening, listening to the song of the woods around her, remembering the songs of times long gone. The sky was painted with a variety of pastels, and Urma's amber eyes traced the outlines of the colours against the cream-coloured clouds that glided slowly, in and out almost of the remaining light, so that the colours of the sky seemed to be caused by the clouds, like light reflecting through enormous prisms.
Urma hadn't left Crimson Dreams since she had come here, with the rest of her pack. She had been both drawn and frightened by the road back to what she had once associated with Shadowed Sun territories. So, to pass the time, she had dug herself a den, in a small secluded area at the base of a tree, hidden by a couple of bushes, somewhere near Rabbit Lake. It was the sort of place that had a sense of tranquility around it, and it was cool and kept safe by the density of the tree's leaves through which sunlight, even in the middle of the day, was barely filtered. She wasn't far off from the majority of the pack, but she had kept well to herself, busying herself through the woods and approaching the Lake only when others were not around and going for small hunts that would keep her hunger at bay. She wasn't being anti-social, but she knew that if she faced all the new faces now she'd only find herself terribly lonely.
At one point she had wanted to go searching for Naniko or Savina or Pilot. But then, time and time again, she had reminded herself that it was probably not the best time, since the pack was just blossoming and they were all very busy, and although that in itself should have been a reason -maybe she'd be able to help them with something- she had used it as a means of shutting herself away more. The solitude only served as a reminder of the other one time when she had hid in herself and had been on her own, and she did not want to do the same again now. This time her thoughts stayed outside Europe, and sometimes she'd find herself lead by them to wander around the pack searching for somebody that, as soon as she spotted, she hid from. She felt that changes were rushing in one after the other, and she knew she could tell him, but then she knew she couldn't.
Now, as she stood at the entrance in her den, lying flat on her stomach, head resting on her front paws, she thought of when would be a good time to make it up to him for what he had done. A while back, in between Shadowed Sun disbanding and Crimson Dreams taking its place in her life, she had followed Naniko's advice and had gone on her own, guided by other wolves' instructions, to Halifax. And she had found what she was looking for, and now that she had it neatly packed in her den, wrapped up and waiting for him, she found that she felt it would mean nothing to him, or mean too much of the past, and anyway she hardly had it in her to even create herself the opportunity of giving it to him. She gazed in the direction of her den, down the entrance, repeating in her head how many steps away from her his gift was, and thinking how far away that same gift that meant so many things was from him.
Urma hadn't left Crimson Dreams since she had come here, with the rest of her pack. She had been both drawn and frightened by the road back to what she had once associated with Shadowed Sun territories. So, to pass the time, she had dug herself a den, in a small secluded area at the base of a tree, hidden by a couple of bushes, somewhere near Rabbit Lake. It was the sort of place that had a sense of tranquility around it, and it was cool and kept safe by the density of the tree's leaves through which sunlight, even in the middle of the day, was barely filtered. She wasn't far off from the majority of the pack, but she had kept well to herself, busying herself through the woods and approaching the Lake only when others were not around and going for small hunts that would keep her hunger at bay. She wasn't being anti-social, but she knew that if she faced all the new faces now she'd only find herself terribly lonely.
At one point she had wanted to go searching for Naniko or Savina or Pilot. But then, time and time again, she had reminded herself that it was probably not the best time, since the pack was just blossoming and they were all very busy, and although that in itself should have been a reason -maybe she'd be able to help them with something- she had used it as a means of shutting herself away more. The solitude only served as a reminder of the other one time when she had hid in herself and had been on her own, and she did not want to do the same again now. This time her thoughts stayed outside Europe, and sometimes she'd find herself lead by them to wander around the pack searching for somebody that, as soon as she spotted, she hid from. She felt that changes were rushing in one after the other, and she knew she could tell him, but then she knew she couldn't.
Now, as she stood at the entrance in her den, lying flat on her stomach, head resting on her front paws, she thought of when would be a good time to make it up to him for what he had done. A while back, in between Shadowed Sun disbanding and Crimson Dreams taking its place in her life, she had followed Naniko's advice and had gone on her own, guided by other wolves' instructions, to Halifax. And she had found what she was looking for, and now that she had it neatly packed in her den, wrapped up and waiting for him, she found that she felt it would mean nothing to him, or mean too much of the past, and anyway she hardly had it in her to even create herself the opportunity of giving it to him. She gazed in the direction of her den, down the entrance, repeating in her head how many steps away from her his gift was, and thinking how far away that same gift that meant so many things was from him.
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