The wind whipped at the creamy furs; a feeble attempt to mat them together. The wolf slowly approached the massive body of water, her brown eyes catching the glisten from the sun's rays upon it. With a slow wag of her tail, she lowered her delicate head, jaws parting. Coral toned tongue slipped from her mouth, and she began to lap at the water. The refreshing affect made a small smile creep across her slender muzzle, and she brought her head up. It was beautiful here. With an almost inaudible "oof", Chantille landed her rump on the lake's shoreline. Her gaze continued across the lake, and she seemed to daze off.
A white creature captured her interest, and she tilted her head in slight curiosity. A goat. She had heard of these hoofed mammals before, but she had never actually seen one. Its small black horns curled slightly, its head broad and body thick. It scaled up the side of a small outcrop, and Chantille watched carefully in awe. How much skill that must require to do so- she would have to learn to scale these mountains as well. It would be hard work, but she was willing to do whatever it took to satisfy her new family. Chantille was a loyal woman, and willing to prove herself in any way possible.
(This post was last modified: Apr 28, 2012, 07:27 PM by Chantille.)