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ooc:The transition was perfect. : ) But would it be alright to have Geneva and Zynex talk for a bit before Jefferson shows up again?
She was too tired for this. It had simply come down to the female not wanted to be among either of them at the moment. If his tongue was any sharper to her, she was in her right mind to rip it out of that tattered mouth of his, consequences be damned. But what sense she was blessed with kept such threats at bay and with lips sealed securely she only rolled her eyes at the retreating form of the Alpha, his female in tow.
Zynex kept her sights trained to them until their forms melded with the shadows and not but their scents lingered. She deemed their absence and chance to move and without worry of their return, she wandered further onto the plain seeking shelter. A hollow was more than enough coverage for her, as long as it was something to give protection until the morn. With sluggish steps she wandered to an abandoned burrow beneath a fallen tree, too small for her liking, but it would do. Hastily she dug away the earth, deepening the hole to accommodate her large form and slipped inside with as quickly. The fit was snug, enough to envelop her wholly and leave room for her head to remain outside.
Eyes captured by twilight stared blindly into the velvet night, watching the subtle roll of the grass under each breath of wind. She tilted her head slightly, a whimsical smile on her face despite the events which transpire but a few moment’s ago. She breathed deeply the foreign air, inhaling through opened maw and flared nostrils to taste the air and commit it to memory. It was peaceful here. Even with the chatter of the nightly fodder she found comfort in this place, her willingness to relax confounded her, but made her want more of it just the same.
But given her encounter with the heads, she had already given up hopes of staying longer. Already she disliked the Patriarch, and Geneva was simply tolerable given her willingness to understand. The Alpha’s attitude was beyond her, not even the elders were so arrogant to act like jerks to strays who wandered into their land. More often than not wanderers were rejected, but with a grace that left no emotional or physical scar. The elders spoke of their wants and ambitions for the pack, their intentions, and inquired what the wanderers had to offer. But wasn’t that what the Alpha had done with her? In so many crudely spoken words, yes. And this the dame could understand. But what more did he want from her? Was he hoping she would want a home here? Was he expecting her to ‘beg’, as he put it, and plead that she be allowed? The she-wolf couldn’t see what reasons she had to remain here. Her skills were lacking, her rigorous teachings from the clan were buried deep and not so easily worn away. She clearly was not cut out for this…so why try?
And as the thought circulated in her tired mind, Zynex heard the voice of her sister laughing at her dismay. Darkness consumed her...
Dawn was on the horizon, the first of many thoughts to inhabit the waking mind of the she-wolf. Alas it was not the gentle speak of the field nor the shimmer horizon, but a voice on the wind hailing her from slumber. Her muzzle stretched in a wide yawn as Zynex pulled herself from the burrow and into the waking world. Without a stretch she rushed from the hole to the pastures she had laid the day before, expecting the company of both Alpha and hid subordinate. Though none but the veil of sleep showed on her face, she was indeed elated to see the emerald eyed she-wolf. She offered a gentle wag, dipping her head courteously in greeting. “Good morning.”
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