Sex: FemaleThirst. Her tongue was tough as tree-bark in her mouth, her throat as dry as the earth under her paws. She no longer had count of the days since she’d had a proper drink, surviving on the blood of the few fresh kills she’d managed to make. But food too was growing scarce, the animals who succumbed to the draught already dried out, and their bones quickly picked clean by competing scavengers. If she didn’t find a source of water soon, she’d be in deep trouble. So, she trotted along the scar of a desiccated river, dried up sludge at its base the only remnants of what once had been. Her fickle hope was that these old waterways would eventually lead her to a reservoir that still held some dregs to still her burning thirst. What she hadn’t expected, was instead coming across the unmistakable stench of pack, blocking her way. Lips pulling back over yellowed teeth, the dark wolf paused briefly, weighing her next move. Thoughts ”Speech” |
Along the slow border patrol she'd been in search of the small bits of water she hoped to find. That was how the scent had come to her, another wolf at their border. It had been awhile since they'd had a visitor though Avella wasn't surprised. She moved as quickly as her pregnant body would allow considering how large she'd grown by that point. She soon came to where the stranger was. "Can I help you?" She asked her tone wasn't as cheery as it had been only a month ago but it was friendly.
She was of half a mind to risk crossing the border, risking the wrath of the local pack to get to the crucial water. But before she could make her move, the sound of someone approaching drew her attention. The dark shewolf snapped into an upright position, pointedly pulling herself back from the border as the pack wolf cleared the trees. She was a good deal bigger than the Crow, though her build appeared to be more slender – normally anyways, as her sides were currently swollen thick in what could only be pregnancy. Carrow’s nose wrinkled slightly at the sight, but she quickly smoothed her expression into blank politeness, flicking her eyes down to not meet the other’s directly. Bat-like ears twitched at the question, one corner of her lips twitching but she managed to hold back the sneer, her voice carefully neutral as she answered: “I was just looking for water, didn’t realize I’d come this close to your borders.” She ducked her head and shoulders a little, so as not to come off aggressive – she might very well be able to take this one, encumbered shewolf, but she had an entire pack ready to come to her aid at any moment; Best to play it safe. Thoughts ”Speech” |
Avella was thankful to have scented her brother not far off. At this late stage in her pregnancy she was starting to feel uncomfortable meeting steange wolves at the border. She knew that if it came down to it she would be at a disadvantage. Knowing that Scully had her back she helf herself more confidently as she greeted the visitor.
As it turned out she was looking for water. "I'd say your safe since you didn't cross but you won't find water here," she stated in a tone that wasn't to be argued with. Avella shifted her weight waiting to see the woman's reaction to this news.