Think positive. Stay optimistic. It comes naturally to you.


Yet... it seemed impossible. Chantille had disappeared from Poison Path for a few days to collect her thoughts, as well as plants that grow outside of the Lore. Her head felt like it was about to fly off from all her thoughts, and she did as much as she could to keep it on steady. She returned to her pack believing she was well once more, but seeing the faces of her fellow pack mates tore her heart into two. She decided to rest in her favorite place....Fireweed Rise.


She walked along quietly, her head lifted at its normal level rather than low with sadness. Deep chocolate eyes scanned the field for other wolves, and as she decided there were none, she continued forth. Her tail swayed gently behind her as she padded along slowly. Ears were lazily held up; folding against her head whenever the breezes blew. The sun was covered by clouds, obscuring its ability to shed light upon the blood red flowers of the rise. No matter. It seemed to suit her mood, anyways.


She wished that she could jump into a body of water and have it perform some kind of abstergent - she just wanted to think normally again. She was upset, yes, but it was mainly for her brethren. She was concerned with how they were feelings...how their emotions would drive them. With a loud sigh now, the creamy woman nestled herself within the crimson and orange flowers. She allowed her head to lower and rest upon her paws.

Chantille's head slid off her paws and her nose hit the earth. Not with force, but gently. She snuffed in the grasses and flowers, eyes closing as her ears flattened softly against her head. The pollen rushed up her nose, and she pulled her head back, muzzle wrinkling before her lids fluttered. A loud sneeze escaped her, and she frowned, almost embarassed it seemed. "Oh goodness...excuse me."


Though there was no one around (or so she thought) her polite ways had brought her to excusing herself. With a small smile now, her tail flicked before she rolled merrily upon her back. She wiggled to and fro like an earthworm, allowing the cool soil to breach her creamy coat. As the smile lay upon her face, there was a noise. She flipped upward now, eyes peering in alarm to the direction of the fumbling sound. There, ahead, was a wolf.


Sitting still now, the woman bit her tongue. She observed the embarassed wolf quietly. The woman's tail was tucked between her legs and she seemed terribly frightened. Tilting her head, Chantille shook her head before parting her delicate jaws to speak. "Hello? Are...you ok? I won't hurt you." Right. Like that wolf was going to believe her. Well, it was the truth, dammit.

Oh, bless her heart... she was scared. Nervous. No need to be such around Chantille! Rising to her paws slowly, she dipped her head. Tail remained low and neutral as not to scare away the woman. She seemed to be around the same age as her. "Oh, goodness! You're fine! I was just smelling the flowers!" With a shrug of her shoulders, the creamy wolf turned, smiling at the blooming crimson and orange blossoms. Her chocolate toned eyes shimmered in the sunlight as she looked back to Jade.


"Lovely day, isn't it?" Her eyes now rose to the sky. "Glad the sun isn't beating down upon my back. Clouds are nice for a change." Her voice was smooth and silky as she spoke; her tones merry and calm. She wanted Jade to feel comforted in her presence. With eyes now back to ground level, she placed a milky paw before her and bowed. "I am Chantille." She usually did not give away her name immediately, but it seemed as if this wolf was no threat.

Chantille smiled softly at the woman. She was still trembling, and it dawned on her that no matter what she did, she would remain like this. With a flick of her bushy tail, she took a careful step forward. "Jade, it's a pleasure to meet you! You do not have to be so nervous. I'm harmless, I swear." She chuckled at her own words; they were the truth. Secretly, though, she was a vicious fighter, one who would defend her Poisoned pack with all of her heart.


The clouds began to roll, allowing the sun to peek out for a few minutes. Looking upward, Chantille squinted, allowing a slight huh to erupt from her throat. Shrugging, she shook her head "Well, looks like I jinxed the nice break from the sun." Rolling her eyes playfully at her own words, she took another careful step toward the pretty Jade. Her eyes were gentle and calm, signifying that she meant no harm whatsoever.


"Please" Chantille began, "There really is no need to be scared. Do you not come across others often... if you don't mind me asking?" The stuttering that came from Jade had almost made Chantille frown, but she resisted the natural urge to do so. It tugged and ached her heart to see a beautiful wolf so fearful.