The haunting wail of a loon echoed across the lake causing Sibyl to abruptly lift her head from the ground, red ears turned forward to listen. She hadn’t expected the sound and had been startled out of her reverie. It was time she got up, anyways. Pushing herself up to a sit, she scratched at the back of her head with a hind leg. The dust and dirt of her most recent ventures, particularly through the burnt Wildwood, had worked its way deep into her pelt. Its usual auburn and cream tones were dull and greyish with no shine to it. She rose to her feet and walked towards the lake, stopping when her toes were just barely touching the water. She could tell it was quite cold, but it wouldn’t be unbearable for her to go in and try to get cleaned off.
Sibyl lifted her front leg, white paw poised just over the water in preparation to step in. But she hesitated. Oh, it was going to be so cold! She placed her paw back on the ground and stood staring into the still water, not yet disturbed by her step. Her reflection looked back at her and she scrutinized it; was that what she looked like now? As anyone would do when faced with a mirror she made a few faces into the reflection, smiles, frowns, grimaces. She tried her hardest to look fierce, fangs bared, nose wrinkled and hackles raised, but the result wasn’t as ferocious as she had hoped. She just looked ridiculous and the expression felt awkward on her face. Displeased with her likeness she thrust her paw into the center of the image, breaking the reflection and sending ripples outward. The cold water bit at her submerged paw and sent a chill up her leg. It was cold, but she really did need to wash off the ash caked up in her fur. It was starting to itch and the smell of burnt wood clung to her. She also wanted to make a good impression on others, and couldn’t really do that when she looked like she crawled through a fireplace. Well, the burnt part of the Wildwood might as well have been a fireplace, but she didn’t need to look like it.
Gathering what little courage she had and taking a deep breath, the little brown wolf suddenly charged into the lake. The silent pre-dawn was interrupted by the crash of her suddenly dashing into the water, with water splashing up around her in a cacophony as she ran. The chill hit her like a wall and she gasped and shivered. She stopped when the water came up to her shoulders, which wasn’t extremely far in given how short she was. Ripples radiated from her body, disturbing the lake’s tranquil surface. Sibyl stood still, letting the cold water seep into her fur as she endured the cold water.
(This post was last modified: May 10, 2012, 10:09 AM by Sibyl.)