RE: Nalda, a little bat catches you off-guard.
- Dusk, Partly cloudy - 32 ° F/0 ° C
She was thinking. She'd been thinking a lot lately, taking long walks and wondering about the world, her place in it. And it seemed every time she did, she ended up further south. It wasn't a conscious decision, but her thoughts constantly drew to the Spectral Woods; Oak Tree Bend..! She had no more ties up here, nothing keeping her to the falls. And yet she lingered, not so much because she didn't want to leave, but rather, she wasn't sure where to go. The Bend seemed the ideal choice, winter was coming after all, she wasn't dumb enough to think she could survive without a pack. So what kept her? Fear, denial, laziness, apprehension… Pick one!
Instead her mind toyed with her, drawing her into complex contemplations while it let her unknowing paws down along the Sierra Hills. Until eventually she woke up, feeling her hackles rise as she realized what had happened; AGAIN! Then she would growl at herself, turning tail and heading back towards the Pines. Because, in the end, it was familiar, it was easy, and even if it didn't feel anymore like home than these rocky paths she wandered, there were a few things there she still cherished.
Today she'd been out so long, it was the fading light that finally called her back to reality, golden eyes blinking and narrowing. The stones around her looked violet in the dusk, shadows lining every crack and crevice with black. A grunt fell from dark lips and she turned up her head, stretching her back as she stared up into the indigo of the cloud-dotted sky. Her legs were stiff from walking, but still she turned around, ready to head back. Why? A small voice would ask in the back of her mind as she took the first steps, and she would have answered it, if the cliff hadn't suddenly attacked her. "Shi..!" Her voice echoed as she jumped away from the dark spot she had assumed to be nothing more than a shallow depression in the rock. A small shadow fluttered past her, it's wings forming a distinct silhouette against the sky as it flew from the small cavern and out to hunt for the night. "Piece'o'..!" The young wolf exhaled, glaring after the bat before turning her attention to its hidden home, eyes turning to golden slits as she gazed into the darkness; What a big baby I am! But she had to admit, it was quite a neat hiding space.
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