http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/sibtablesmall.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 200px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align:justify;">In the past few weeks Sibyl had become accustomed to the heavy, resinous smell of the cedarwood forest which she had come to call home. After the violent encounter with the deadly she-wolf, and her accident with the pit and the kindly, albeit cold stranger, she took refuge in the forest of her pack. She had stayed within the heart of their territory, allowing her wounds to heal and spending time with the new generation of Hollow wolves.
She found having a position and role within the pack, as well as a safe place to sleep at night gave her more confidence than she had ever had with her own family. She had been made a scapegoat by her sister, someone to blame whenever anything went wrong, whether it was Sibyl's fault or not. At first after leaving her prairie home and coming to live in the heavily wooded cedar forest, she was absolutely terrified. She'd never had good experiences with forests, as her sister had always used them as a staging point for ambushes on Sibyl. After spending time with the pack, however, she had come to perceive the tall cedars as guardians, even though it was really the well marked borders of the packlands that kept strangers out. She was beginning to flourish as a pack wolf, and while she would probably always be a wallflower, she was happy to have her place.
She was starting to feel a little bit antsy from being cooped up in Grizzly Hollow for so long, and was just a tiny bit curious about what might lie right outside the borders. She woke up just after sunrise, since she'd be damned if she was going to be caught out at night again, after what had happened last time. She'd decided on checking out what was north of the forest, as she'd never been up that way before.
As she neared the northern border of her pack's territory, the semi-confident stance she adopted within Hollow territory shrunk lower and lower. The cedar trees began to dissipate into more leafy, short types. Fortunately they let in a good amount of the dappled, dull light from the cloudy sky. As the last of the cedar trees disappeared, and the last whiff of pack markings and conifer sap vanished, Sibyl wasn't so confident anymore. Her creamy white belly was brushing against the grass that grew plentifully between the trees, and her red ears were lying flat against her head.
Her wide eyes roved over the ground, constantly checking for any threats. The air here was sweet, perfumy, and it took her a while to realize the smell was from the bright red fruits hanging from the trees and scattered across the ground. She had occasionally encountered the fruits while sneaking around farms to the south, and was surprised to find that they grew so far up north.
She found having a position and role within the pack, as well as a safe place to sleep at night gave her more confidence than she had ever had with her own family. She had been made a scapegoat by her sister, someone to blame whenever anything went wrong, whether it was Sibyl's fault or not. At first after leaving her prairie home and coming to live in the heavily wooded cedar forest, she was absolutely terrified. She'd never had good experiences with forests, as her sister had always used them as a staging point for ambushes on Sibyl. After spending time with the pack, however, she had come to perceive the tall cedars as guardians, even though it was really the well marked borders of the packlands that kept strangers out. She was beginning to flourish as a pack wolf, and while she would probably always be a wallflower, she was happy to have her place.
She was starting to feel a little bit antsy from being cooped up in Grizzly Hollow for so long, and was just a tiny bit curious about what might lie right outside the borders. She woke up just after sunrise, since she'd be damned if she was going to be caught out at night again, after what had happened last time. She'd decided on checking out what was north of the forest, as she'd never been up that way before.
As she neared the northern border of her pack's territory, the semi-confident stance she adopted within Hollow territory shrunk lower and lower. The cedar trees began to dissipate into more leafy, short types. Fortunately they let in a good amount of the dappled, dull light from the cloudy sky. As the last of the cedar trees disappeared, and the last whiff of pack markings and conifer sap vanished, Sibyl wasn't so confident anymore. Her creamy white belly was brushing against the grass that grew plentifully between the trees, and her red ears were lying flat against her head.
Her wide eyes roved over the ground, constantly checking for any threats. The air here was sweet, perfumy, and it took her a while to realize the smell was from the bright red fruits hanging from the trees and scattered across the ground. She had occasionally encountered the fruits while sneaking around farms to the south, and was surprised to find that they grew so far up north.