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speech, thoughts
It had been a couple of days since her initial drop-off, and Italia had been making her way through the snowdrifts as best she could. Now that she had met at least one other wolf who, albeit hadn't been in contact with her family, was kind and pleasant at their first meeting, she found confidence within herself even more so than she had before. She could smell them now, unsure if those were the markers of her fellow comrades, but still keeping the belief that it was them while she continued onward.
She was afraid deep down that something drastic and dreadful could have become of them. Would she be walking into a massacre? Or even worse, not finding them at all. She looked to the sky, clouded and stagnant it was. It was a chill afternoon, although, the wind had died down and she was able to continue her journey without being completely blinded. Lia decided it was best she makes her presence known, not wanting the others to think she was a trouble-making rogue. Her muzzled lifted and she rang out a searching cry, the noise echoing off of the surrounding valleys.
speech, thoughts
It had been a couple of days since her initial drop-off, and Italia had been making her way through the snowdrifts as best she could. Now that she had met at least one other wolf who, albeit hadn't been in contact with her family, was kind and pleasant at their first meeting, she found confidence within herself even more so than she had before. She could smell them now, unsure if those were the markers of her fellow comrades, but still keeping the belief that it was them while she continued onward.
She was afraid deep down that something drastic and dreadful could have become of them. Would she be walking into a massacre? Or even worse, not finding them at all. She looked to the sky, clouded and stagnant it was. It was a chill afternoon, although, the wind had died down and she was able to continue her journey without being completely blinded. Lia decided it was best she makes her presence known, not wanting the others to think she was a trouble-making rogue. Her muzzled lifted and she rang out a searching cry, the noise echoing off of the surrounding valleys.