06-13-2009, 10:18 PM
Like clockwork once more the girl had found another loophole in the tribe's borders and had slipped away unseen. She knew that sooner or later she'd be caught and punishment would follow but for now she was free once more. She'd decided to investigate the packlands nearby, wondering just what these wolves in the area did that was so different from her tribe's ways. two small feathers flickered behind her ear, a brilliant red and a bright blue, the presents were from her mother and she loved them, almost as much as the fire nest she had hidden that she tended to when the others weren't looking. She was still fearful that she wouldn't be able to take care of the embers and flames correctly but she had done well enough so far. The little creatures were hungry little things and would eat her little whiskers off it they got the chance, she knew, one or two were already singed.
The trip across the unclaimed lands didn't take as long as she'd thought and she was rather excited the closer she moved to the claimed packlands. The scent of the gathering of wolves on the air, a wash of excitement moved over her as she giggled softly, wondering just what sort of creatures she was going to run into. She knew that were wolves just like her, but she wanted to see one, just to make certain.
Her sea foam orbs shone with mischief as she caught the scent of another, the small voice that was barely a whisper was so close that Oceane ducked down and crept closer, peering up between some blackberry bushes at the child of Crimson Dreams. She suddenly called out, "What cha doing?" not paying close enough attention to realize that the younger girl had been taking to a bug, how strange. She didn't know anyone from her tribe that talked to bugs...
The trip across the unclaimed lands didn't take as long as she'd thought and she was rather excited the closer she moved to the claimed packlands. The scent of the gathering of wolves on the air, a wash of excitement moved over her as she giggled softly, wondering just what sort of creatures she was going to run into. She knew that were wolves just like her, but she wanted to see one, just to make certain.
Her sea foam orbs shone with mischief as she caught the scent of another, the small voice that was barely a whisper was so close that Oceane ducked down and crept closer, peering up between some blackberry bushes at the child of Crimson Dreams. She suddenly called out, "What cha doing?" not paying close enough attention to realize that the younger girl had been taking to a bug, how strange. She didn't know anyone from her tribe that talked to bugs...