Wolf RPG

Autumn grimaced as she trudged through Fishblight Mire. It was muddy and wet, and she could swear it smelled like sickness or something rotting. "Looks like things just got more disgusting after I left." She muttered to herself. She thought back to when she had left several months ago. At first she had just sunk into her pity for herself, heartbroken over Kesik. After months away from the Wilds she was over him completely. She didn't dislike him, but his dissapearance no longer bugged her. It was a short-lived and fun relationship, but she didn't care for it anymore. She had had some fun times outside the Wilds, met a few animals, but it wasn't nearly as busy as the Wilds themselves. Autumn realized that she would have to catch up with all the events that took place when she left. She had no idea about anything that had gone on here. She really wished she had a way to pinch her nose to block of the unclean rotting/mud smell. She wasn't sure she would make it to the end of this place with that stench filling her nostrils. Her paws were muddy, the rotting smell was settling into her fur, but Autumn was ready to re-enter these big and busy Wilds.

She woke to find herself alone. Reggie yawned and stretched, then went in search of water. After slaking her thirst at a small brook, she began to wander in a random direction, biding her time until Shardul came to collect her. It was tempting to head west, toward the plains, in search of her mother and brother. Yet she belonged to the big cat now.

Eventually, she drifted down toward a bog. A bright figure caught her eye and the fur along the coyote's arched spine prickled. Then Regipre realized it was only a fox and she relaxed somewhat. Hiraku? she thought, squinting. She tipped her slender snout into the air. There was a filthy stench this close to the wetland, yet she could just pick out the fox's scent. It wasn't Hiraku; it wasn't even a male. Reggie blinked at the vixen.

Unsure whether or not she wanted to interact with the little red beast, Regipre made no sound, nor did she call attention to herself in any way. She just stood there, watching as the fox picked her way toward the edge of the mire.

Due to the thick rotting scent in the mire, or maybe it was the direction of the wind, Autumn didn't catch a whiff of Regipre's scent. Instead she continued to wade through the mud with disgust, unaware of the nearby coyote. A small noise in a tree caught her attention, and her head snapped up to look in the branches. A squirrel sat on the branch, strange looking in the middle of the dull mire. Autumn licked her lips looking at it, realizing she was pretty hungry. Autumn pondered for a moment if it would be safe to climb the tree for one little snack with slippery muddied feet, but decided it was worth it. She stealthily crept onto the lowest branch of the little tree, trying her best not to disturb her prey.

The fox never noticed her and Reggie decided against attempting any sort of social interaction. Instead, she contented herself with observing as the vixen reached the end of the muck, then glanced upward as if thanking the heavens. The coyote followed the fox's gaze, spotting the squirrel. She was well-fed, so she had no interest in hunting, nor thieving. In fact, she was thinking of taking her leave now.

She began to move, then paused when she glanced back to find the filthy-footed fox attempting to climb the tree to get at the squirrel. Regipre quirked a brow, impressed. It was tempting to stick around to see whether the vixen succeeded or failed. But when she heard a distant caterwaul, the three-legged prairie wolf hastily departed to respond to Shardul's summons.