W.C.: +800
The sun couldn't toast the top of her head because of the spare clouds that covered the sun, but Bluma was sweating. After all, it was noon, and the air was dry and hot. A little more, and she knew a fire would start somewhere. The grayish woman sighed of boredom, of fatigue, of heat, of disbelief of such a stupid rotine.
Only then she noticed she had already covered all the boarders, and now they could go after any message that needed to be delivered. It was also part of her duties, and it only made her day last longer. In a very boresom way.
She gave a tender, lazy kick in Bluma's tighs, and it fastened the pace as she made the horse turn around, going deeper into the tribelands. It was a forced trotte, as if the big creature wasn't tired or bored enough to try to make the day smaller. Catherine had a short discussion with herself, and then turned Bluma's course to somewhere else. That poor thing had worked too long. It needed a treat. The corns were finally getting ripe, and some could already be harvested.
As they drew closer and closer to the crop fields, the scent of wet earth and of moisture got stronger, and it seemed to encourage the three animals - well, two and a half - as that meant vegetables for Bluma, and seed meant rats, and it meant meat for Seymour. The bird of prey took flight, going ahead. Bluma quickened the pace for a more willing, eager trotte, almost getting into a gallope. "That's very nice, Cath." Saw's hissy, pitch voice scaped out of his pitch black mouth. She smiled, happy that her good action had been recognized.
The green fields were already in her limited sight. But, also, something else got in her view. Something that shouldn't hbe there. A white shape near the grown plants and, as they got closer, she found there the creature was another wolf. A female, by her scent that had been disguised by the one of the fields. A loner. A trespasser.
The femme's hand reached to the spear tied in the saddle of the mare. She got it off, getting ready if the she wolf came to be aggressive, which she doubted. Trespasser wolves weren't aggressive inside tribelands and to members of the very tribe. Even more if it was riding a giant creature as Bluma and holding a weapon.
She looked with narrowed eyes as she noticed the female had light yellow stripes. It reminded too badly of her owns. Well, maybe something they had in common.
"Ahoy, there! Yes, you!" She yelled, finally pulling the halter's rope for Bluma to stop. It whinned and broke off, nearly getting into the hind legs. Her wide chocolate eyes looked frightened to the wolf below. Catherine didn't dismount, as it gave her a more dominant stance.
The female looked at her with wide, startled eyes. One of it was a light green and the other was gray. It was time for Catherine's eyes get wide with shock. Her own eyes were green - a deep, emerald green, but still - and the other was gray - blind because of a deep wound, left as a scar. Could they get more alike?
She quickly recomposed her expression into a poker face, except by slightly narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here, in this lands? Why did you trespassed the boarders?" She asked, demanding, but then wondered if the female hadn't got lost. When she got there herself, she had thought that the fence was just a lost human remainer, much like anything else they left in those lands. "What is your name?" She asked, even more demanding. At least that the girl should answer that.
Saw hissed lowly, his black tongue coming in and out of his mouth quickly, in a frantic speed. Tasting the air. "She has an odd scent. It has a very weird note in it. Something... surreal." He whispered to her. She gave him a disbelief glare, and he looked away, his bright yellow eyes rolling and looking away. "It does smell weird." He said, moody. As usual.
She looked inside the light green and gray eyes of the female, waiting for answers. Well, at least she had done something good to break the routine. And, besides that, she even found a lost loner, wandering around. How she didn't scented the female before, she couldn't know. Maybe she got too absent-minded for a while. Yes, maybe that.