Lost Lake bad romance

For @Eden. ;)

Her paws had carried her higher upon the terrain, the rocky outlook of the mountain giving her a different view of her home – a version of Sacred Grove that she had never seen before. Of course, her travel was not completely random that day. The gripping desire to escape Swift River for a day or two had lead her here, and she could only decipher her emotions as that of regret when Ice had raised himself to pack leadership. It was not that she doubted the male.. no, it was that he now settled at the side of her mother, and while the pale tawny girl was no fool in to thinking she was not naive, she did know with the upcoming breeding season this would likely only lead to one thing.

Of course, given that she could not sort out her feelings for the frosted male, she refused to dwell on such matters, and instead escaped her pack lands to explore. She moved slowly, unused to such frightening terrain, and when she came upon a pass that was seemingly hidden spare for her own explorer greens, she ducked down a rather devious side and came upon a sight that far more impressive to behold than any other she had seen before.

Winter had taken its toll, of course – the browns, greys and whites that cloaked the earth was perhaps less mesmerizing than how the lake would appear in the spring and summer months, yet it was the first body of water KIsla had seen that was so large. Feeling a sting at her paws that broke her vision, the girl glanced down, noting the dribble of blood that now smeared upon the rocks she stepped on. Realizing she must have cut her paw pads, the she-wolf settled back to her haunches, bending her muzzle down to lap her tongue at the small wounds.

sparking up my heart

Some miles away from the Tainn Eden walked his routine. The male, still unaware that a girl had slipped close to their borders. Instead the brown wolf enjoyed some hours alone while he could still feel the presence of his new family. Their scents were everywhere for him to follow, just like that Eden was oddly aware of Ash's scent. The strict Leader had been hunting on Eden, in the man's dream that was. Well he would not be surprised if his dreams became reality. Ash had his ghostly presence Eden amazed and scared at the same time. Right now he was not the lowest anymore, Kamota was. Ouch, it actually hurt him to think he pushed the friendly male to the lower his rank. The challenge had been peaceful and short. He wanted to come higher and the other male didn't treasure his position. It was just so simple but Eden could still not get rid of the nasty feelings. I'll show him what I'm capable of, Eden promised to his fellow member in silence. He had too, Kamota said he trusted him. It was his responsibility to let the man not regret his choice. He may not know how much the words meant for Eden. That simple sentence gave him a extra push into the right directions. He needed it. The next who was waiting for him was the iron male with less words than himself. The image of Steel appeared right before his eyes. It would be a though one.

Something smells odd.

Steel was shoved to the back of his mind. Nose pointed leeward he examined the air.

Who is this?

A member? No the smell was different but on the other side the scent told him it was a pack one.

A little scoff darkened the brown face. Better to go after it. He didn't know what to expect so close by the borders, before Ash would arrive first. His paws (a bit scarred with the rocky underground but he praised his knowledge he had prevented bloody prints) began to run after the scent. With his nose a bit higher in the air to keep track. The scent and his paws allured Eden back toward the lake. Laying their in her glorious ways it mirrored the sky. The sea eyes had a couple of seconds before he actually saw the littler body. Raising his tail and head appropriate to his rank and owner of the land he went up.

Yearling.

Again the expression darkened his brown face, in worry. What did a yearling do this close? A soft groan came out the back of his throat, letting the younger one know of his presence. Eden wasn't a baddie, he didn't want to scare her. The tawny girl sat down, from the little hint of blood he smelled he closed into her. 'Are your paws okay?' His husky voice cold but it couldn't cover his worry. The girl may be one year already it was not more than a big grown cub. If he was right she should be around the age of Belladonna. The princess of their pack, Eden knew little of her. Taima, the Grizzly girl should be also that age. Awaiting he simply stared in her eyes. Green ones.

Her eyes lifted from her sore paw, scanning out at the scene before her once more. It was then that the scent of pack registered upon her youthful mind, and while stiffening for a moment at the realization, the pale tawny woman soon allowed her worry to drift past. She was not upon their borders, and her presence did no harm. If anything, recent events had only steeled her heart to a more chaotic experience, and she almost willed the natives of the land to seek her out and accuse her paws of being far too close to their terrain. She would have done so to any strange wolf she found just lurking in the Grove.

This did not take long – it seemed fate held humor and the darker rumble of a voice stirred the girl’s ears to preen back against her skull, her peridot gaze drifting to seek the new presence. Her eyes would fall upon a large male – his pelt an inky dark like her younger sisters, though marred by the stain of brown. His eyes are what captivated her. The sea green that fitfully matched the body of water that had moments before gained her attention, and yet they were decidedly even colder than the ice tipped lake in the distance.

Instinctively, the she-wolf lowered herself as he raised himself, not seeking to challenge a wolf so close to his home. Not looking to challenge a wolf that seemed almost twice the size of her, at that. His question caught her off guard, already she recoiled with the expectation of his demand to know why she was here. Instead, it seemed kindness slipped past his muzzle instead.

Glancing down to her paw, she noted the blood once more, flexing the limb unknowingly from him question. It stung, that much was certain, and while the wound would cause more discomfort and take a longer time to heal given its location, she was never one to play the victim. Not after everything that had befallen her. “It’s fine,” she returned, her voice light yet cautious.

sparking up my heart