The fish were not very lively in the cold water, trying to stay in safe shadows. Once and awhile though one would get a fright from a tiny movment, and dart to the other side of the pool. Another one taking off, because it got bumped by the same fish. Then they'd all scatter, and retreat. It was amusing, and sad how frightened, and reactive they were. She couldn't imagine being on the bottom of the food chain. Every day darting around, counting on death at any second, never feeling secure. A lone wolf had it's disadvantages, but she knew an eagle couldn't swoop her off the ground, or a deer wouldn't try to eat her. Cougars, and bears were a different story. She wouldn't fancy meeting either of them having seen the damage they could havoc. Predator against predator was much more fair then being the skiddish fish without a chance. She hoped to never find out what she could outlive, and tucked the bloody images away.
Shifting her weight, she checked the sky watching tiny white clouds lazily passing on through. She had plenty of time before she should be home, she assured herself. The borders were not far from here, and she didn't paticularily carried where she slept. She doubted anyone would notice her amiss any way. Borden maybe, but she didn't see how he could be every where at once. The last time she had been with him, it would come no surpise if she didn't see him any time soon. As for everyone else they were all in there own little worlds where she was not. No, why would any bother if she was not needed. Gently huffing, scattering a few dead leaves, she frowned at the thought of no one missing her. She didn't know how to be something anyone missed.
In her growing musings, heavy, musky scent alerted her to another coming for the water. Muscles tightened, triangle points raised, while a curious gaze set to find the wolf among the view. She heard the almost silent steps, and wondered if she should be concerned still not seeing the unknown male. A streak of dark brown, and tawny hid popped out from the white near the other side. The stranger was no doubt male by his large, mascu form. He had startling gold eyes, that she could not read. Silver visage remained neutral, intelligent glance only watching as he nodded to her before getting a cold drink. No threat felt, she did not move. Inhaling she could catch the faint, almost same scent of others. But she wasn't sure if this meant he was a pack wolf, she was more curious of is deamenor. "Hello," She murmed indifferently. She was waiting to see if he chose to acknowledge her or drift away.
do you still feel like
you know what your doing?