She had seen it from above, a glimmering hope at first, a vats, shimmering body of water that reflected the mountain landscape all around, the sun was setting, casting a crimson shadow across the cloudy backdrop as the shadowy figure slowly started to make her decent. The accident prone female inched, step by step down the rugged pathway, the dead body of a still warm lemming hung from the she wolf’s jaws as she panted heavily. Sylva paused, looking out toward the still reflection to orientate herself before she saw the bottom of the trek.
The scent was stronger now, that of a pack, exactly what Sylva had been seeking out. She had caught the scent a day or so ago and weighed her options. It was far enough away from the notch and the woods where her daughter resided that she could walk comfortably. Secluded enough that she felt, she had the chance to finally escape her old life, to leave Zilas and @Hawthorne behind.
The thought caused her heart beat to quicken, the pain she felt caused her to almost turn around, but she couldn’t she had to steel her nerves, she had been without the protection of a pack for far too long now, she missed it all, the trust, the company, never being alone. If she could just play her cards right. Slowly, she approached the border’s edge, the lake’s shore lapping to her left. She dropped her meager offering, the small and scrawny female raised her muzzle toward the darkening sky to emit a howl of greeting, praying that her nervousness didn’t emit along side it.
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