Wolf RPG

Bridget had thought she might accompany Lestan or Reverie if they wished it, but the family had vanished into thin air.  She gave it a few days before giving up and beginning her trek northward; there was no use in remaining where she was all alone.

When she passed the familiar islands where she’d been taken in all those months ago, Bridget took the time to swim out and check, but she found no trace of the druids.  The coast was empty as far as she could tell.  For some reason, the peaceful quiet felt foreboding.

Maybe it’s me that’s in my way.  She was starting to wonder.  There was a disconnect that came with being a medic and Bridget was having a harder and harder time finding meaningful friendships.  It had been so natural with Teya, but ever since… nothing seemed to warm her the same way.  When strangers were a problem to solve or something broken and in need of repair, it was hard to see them as anything but a responsibility to be filled.  And she imagined it made her seem more physician than friend.  The two didn’t mix; and with good reason.  There wasn’t much she could do about that.

Bridget let herself have a few moments of lonely self-pity before she turned with a sigh of release and pressed on.  The bay she walked in was beautiful, if eerie, and the cliffs in the distance seemed interesting.  Solo or not, it felt good to be exploring again.

The wolf shook out her thick coat as she stepped from the water. Lamenting the heat of the day, she turned to smooth some of the tangles from her wet fur. Sleek now like a dark river stone, she shook some of the sand from her paws and continued inland at a leisurely pace. The saltspray of the waves seemed to follow her; by the time she'd left the reach of the waves she was speckled in little ocean droplets that gave her a glittering appearance.


She stopped to shake out her fur again and was promptly distracted. A figure in the distance; gilded, wolven, and distinctly lacking. She'd never seen a wolf with three legs before. Filled with uncertainty, she only stayed where she was and studied the unfamiliar wolf from a distance. The gentle oceanside breeze chilled her wet fur, and though it was a welcome respite from the heat, the wolf shivered and found herself grateful for the sun.