Weather:
Thunder sleet, (Or that's how I'm interpreting it xD)
24 ° F, -4 ° C
Late afternoon
Joy was a freshly raided cache – or at least it was for Raela. And rest, she mused, licking her dirtied muzzle. Food and rest. In the time that had followed her joining Black Thorn Downs, this was the female's daily routine. She would try to get something to eat before passing out in the snow or whatever crevice she could crawl into; resting her weary limbs before the next patrol. Raiding the caches without giving anything back made her feel terrible, though. She tried to take only what she needed before re-burying what she hadn't eaten. In truth, she was no hunter, especially not in her current state, and she was sure that she had more need of the food than most of the others (not that she had met many to confirm this). Having a safe place to stay had already done loads for her mental state in a short time. Her nervousness was beginning to ebb, and the level-headed girl had shown her first signs of returning. Her body, however, would need more time. Her flesh still ached to the bone, and her paws would not support her weight without protest. It was, however, much lighter travel than she had been doing for the past eight months, and it was because of this and the food safely stored around the territory that Rae's aches and pains were just beginning to lessen. Her coat was still shabby, her physique still lacking in muscle and fat. The she-wolf made her way over a lightly used trail, scenting unmet pack mates all the way. For the time being, she was avoiding greeting new faces on anything other than search parties. And even then, they weren't true greetings. She kept mostly to herself and concentrated on the task at hand. She was poor in appearance, and knew it. On top of that, strangers made the fae nervous, and she wasn't about to go rushing into any more uncomfortable situations just yet. Her thoughts drifted again to the caches, suggesting that she should at least do a sweep of the area for any recent kills. But, instead of carrion, her nose picked up the scent of an impending storm. Fantastic. The wolf's fur bristled in annoyance. Sighing, Raela relinquished the thought of scavenging for now. With an irritated flick of her tail, the woman managed to saunter off the beaten path. She paved her own way, glancing around for a half decent shelter. Within minutes a rumble of thunder served to remind the tawny girl that time was running out. Looking up, she could plainly see how dark the sky had become. Thunder? In the middle of winter? Rae had never seen anything like it. Faint flashes of light glittered through the clouds; lightning. She grunted, hurrying her steady walk into a stuttering trot. She wasn't even sure where in the territory she was at this point. Pellets of ice began to trickle down, causing quite a bit of background noise in the denser woods. Ears held back with displeasure as the sleet pelted her face, the girl made for a small spruce tree with its lower branches completely covered in snow. The sunken boughs would create good insulation from the pesky frozen droplets if she could just clear an entrance. Pulling her body hastily through some blackberry bushes and no doubt loosing some fur, she dove into the snowbank, digging away the powder as fast as she could manage. With a loud crackling boom and corresponding flash from the sky, the wolf disappeared into her makeshift shelter. Once safely inside, she set about excavating the space further. Snow was shoved away haphazardly, clearing enough room for two wolves, or three uncomfortably. Satisfied with her work, Raela curled protectively into a ball; wrapping her tail over her face. Should any other members be caught off guard by the storm, she would not hesitate to share her little den with them; despite her reservations. The storm continued outside, sending brilliant flashes of light through the entrance. The cacophonous cracks and bangs of thunder would not allow her to sleep, so instead she settled for quiet, sleepy, contemplation, and the occasional upward glance. Image © Chris Smith PhotographyManipulation © Jenandra |