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     The warm afternoon light flitted down through the leafy boughs of the trees, making a dappled pattern of light across the wolf's cocoa hued back. It had been an uneventful walk from the lagoon, and since seeing Shade there, Skana hadn't run into a single wolf along the way. There was no destination in mind, and for the past few months she had moved aimlessly, taking things day by day.
     The constant movement kept her tired and worn down, and often she would go hungry. She was sure if she spent much more time living like this, her body would just give up and die. She shuddered. As bad as things got, she couldn't just die. She was a tenacious old beast, and she would fight until her last breath. However, she would prefer to postpone that last breath as long as she could. The loner's life certainly was not meant for her. While she would never be able to hold power within a pack like she had, she was willing to pull her weight as a subordinate.
     The scent of unknown wolves, a well marked border, made the crone stop. She could go around it, but then where would that get her? At this rate she would walk to the edge of the world, and wander right off of it into the afterlife. She knew what she had to do. A spark of nervousness ran up along her limbs, a feeling which often did not occur to the confident woman. Slowly, she tipped her head back, a howl trailing from her dark lips. With any luck, someone would answer her call.
     The constant movement kept her tired and worn down, and often she would go hungry. She was sure if she spent much more time living like this, her body would just give up and die. She shuddered. As bad as things got, she couldn't just die. She was a tenacious old beast, and she would fight until her last breath. However, she would prefer to postpone that last breath as long as she could. The loner's life certainly was not meant for her. While she would never be able to hold power within a pack like she had, she was willing to pull her weight as a subordinate.
     The scent of unknown wolves, a well marked border, made the crone stop. She could go around it, but then where would that get her? At this rate she would walk to the edge of the world, and wander right off of it into the afterlife. She knew what she had to do. A spark of nervousness ran up along her limbs, a feeling which often did not occur to the confident woman. Slowly, she tipped her head back, a howl trailing from her dark lips. With any luck, someone would answer her call.
(This post was last modified: Jul 19, 2012, 02:37 AM by Skana.)