Water to wine and the finest of sands

Loa Wolf · January 27, 2017, 04:59 PM

there was so much...space. for all of her life, the woman had been kept within walls, bars and fances, and now, there was not a single barrier in sight. there was nothing distincly familiar in sight, either; the only thing that was reminesient of her life was the chain collar that encircled her neck loosly. it was odd, the outside without the company of a human. and it seemed, the wild was cruel without food to fill her stomach and a warm kennel to return too. For a matter of weeks she had been alone, but it felt like much longer; her pelt had lost it's shine and her frame had thinned, and the cold was a menace she had yet to get used too.

and there was the lonliness. she was used to the constant noise of those in the kennel with her, the visits from the people (and the steady clink of kibble in her bowl) but here, alone in the wild, there was none. and when she finally caught sight of someone, it was with no hesitation that she let out a yip and approached the much larger male, the words wolf and feral obsolete from her vocabulary. her stance was open, her tail wagging in obvious happiness to see another.