Droplets of cold water pitter pattered onto dark green leaves, sunset jewels watching them race for the ground momentarily. The small figured wolf laid beneath the protective branches of a bush that curved around her to create an umbrella-like shape. Her pearly white incisors busy clicking away at her pelt as she took the bad weather as a moment to groom her dirty self. Denali took pride in her appearance, vain or not, and prefered to look as impeccable as she was capable. That meant keeping fit and clean to her, and so the little woman had no problem with raking her tongue down grimy fur. What else was she to do? Walk in rain? Absurd! The Covox hated storms with a burning passion, well fear, and preferred to avoid them at all costs. They were like nightmares in the living world, out to torment unlucky souls.
Sighing with boredom Deni breaked in her session, staring out towards the river. It moved with fury, and roared loud and clear, as if beckoning the thirsty to come to give in to its seduction, only to sweep them away down-current. How cruel nature could be to the desperate, foolish, and young. A careful creature could steal a sip, that she was sure of, but tread too far in and one could become lost within it's depths. Perhaps a stronger wolf or a good swimmer would be perfectly fine, but not even the sure of herself Denali wished to test her limits. If it seemed like she had no other choice, then she would accept the challenge with all of her might, but she was so tiny. It didn't take a genius to tell Deni was strong but came in a mini package, tied in a bow of determination. She lacked much in size, but spend a day with her and you'll see not all of the mighty stand two and a half feet tall.
(This post was last modified: Jul 25, 2016, 02:32 AM by Denali.)