Cedarwood Forest Where will you be, when this is through?

Pale lashes tickled at the chills cheeks, fluttering to life as the dull tangerine coloration of the sun began to filter into the place she had been calling her home for the time being. It was not the biggest of places she could find, only giving enough room for maybe one more additional canine of a slightly larger stature than herself but it was a place to sleep and had been littered with strips of the fur from only creatures she could manage to get a hold of. Squirrels, rabbits, even a few field mice seemed to be easier to pounce on rather than a weak or child herbivore. It might have been easier for her if she had a swaying appendage that could direct her movements and hold her balance between turning but alas she was cursed without one.

A silent yawn came from her lips as she moved her colorless paws along the outside of her living corridors, wiggling her nose past the protective vines as she gave her slender frame a stretch. It was then the smell of something fragrant seemed to tickle her nose, though the sun was still out at this lower altitude it seemed to cause the child less pain as she maneuvered her body through the tall cedars that had a fragrance of familiarity to her. Small thickets lightly brushed at her thin legs when her albino gaze seemed to land on the thing she thought she was imagining.

There, though the smell of an almost metal flare seemed to fill her nostrils. She could not help but lower her frame closer to the earth as she edged her frame closer to what seemed to be a half eaten carcass of a male elk, this could have been a trap.. The closer she seemed to get the less prone her body was to act in defense of a pending ambush, the fainter the smells of others grew. The child seemed to let out a cracked yipping sound in surprise, a sound of {wotd}juvenescent[/wotd] as she let her pink paw pads stop just at the torn hide of the animal, amazed that it was left here without a guard or even a sign that it was taken by another creature.

Maybe she was dreaming, if she was she did not want to wake up! Once more the child scanned the area for a sign of life other than the rustling of squirrels and the squawks of a few unhappy crows that had to abandon their little feast of the abandoned carcass. No sooner did her stomach erupt in a rather hunger filled growl did she allow her teeth to sink into the flesh of this delicacy, oh my this was good!

(This post was last modified: Oct 14, 2014, 11:02 PM by Temoria.)

The wind plays with a few leaves that have finally turned to crisp golden tokens of autumn, throwing them around like some sort of blind dance. Through the small chaotic madness, Indie pads on silent paws, wondering toward a scent she recognises. The ground here is firm and even, making life easy for the blind dame. Her tail swings gently behind her frame, her head held high, almost proud, as she sorts out the different scents and picks one to follow.
Perhaps the one that smells like a full stomach? Indie's face lights up at the wiff of fresh kill. "Oh, but they might not wish to share." Indie paused and thought about her options; go and eat food and possibly die, go and not eat food and possibly die. "I'll become a sheep and eat grass all my life." Indie said, turning her nose up at the idea of a fight.
Settling her rump on the ground, Indie tried again to sort through the smells. She needed to know how many wolves. Taking a large inhale, the dame closes her viewers, tasting each scent with her mind. But to her surprise, only one wolf's scent flows from the carcass. "Hm, maybe I could try my luck." The dame spoke, so unsure of her own decision.
With a heavy sigh, the dame stood and padded forward, the smell of flesh growing stronger, making the old shaman's stomach growl fiercely. "Hush now! You'll be filled soon you impatient organ!" Indie snapped as she lifted a paw to look at her stomach, trying to scowl at it. With a shake of her head, the caramel pelted maid felt the presence of another, she hoped she had been quiet. But her harsh barks might have attracted attention.
Nonetheless, Indie sat, wrapped her tail round her paws and waited. Her ears twitched automatically to the sound of a younger creature eating hungrily. Indie had manners, she could wait. "First come, first served" She whispered to herself, laying a friendly smile across her lips incase she was being looked at.

(This post was last modified: Oct 14, 2014, 11:37 PM by Indie.)