11-04-2009, 04:30 PM
The small girl with the curly little tail had left the beaches of the Cour des Miracles. She had traveled down the sandy shores until she had reached another border. The scent of the lands confused her, there were wolves there but none of them smelled of the pack that she now belonged to. She had been sniffing about the markers but she still had little knowledge of where she was, not that it bothered her too much.
Instead of turning and heading home she went back towards the scent markers and began to explore the lands. She knew that this must be another pack's lands but she had yet to learn any of the packs or creatures that inhabited the territory. She leap down off of a log that had washed up on the beach, her small nails digging into the waterlogged wood, leaving marks where she had been. Turning her head she gazed upon the waters that had once been home to her mother and father.
Instead of turning and heading home she went back towards the scent markers and began to explore the lands. She knew that this must be another pack's lands but she had yet to learn any of the packs or creatures that inhabited the territory. She leap down off of a log that had washed up on the beach, her small nails digging into the waterlogged wood, leaving marks where she had been. Turning her head she gazed upon the waters that had once been home to her mother and father.