It wasn't as if she had been lost in unfamiliar territory before. Sheltered her entire life by paranoid and over-protective parents fearing a gruesome fate for their last living child, Wind had known nothing but the painfully small clearing that spread out a short distance beyond her parents' den in the side of a cliff, a wall of scraggly firs being the boundary she was forbidden to cross. Of course, the imagery of the sharp mountain peaks of the Lamar Valley that lay in the gaps of that screen of needles was enough to persuade a young and curious wolf like herself to abandon her parents' lessons, waiting until the moon was high to wander out into the meadows beyond the safety and security of the territory to explore, scout, and memorize the vast terrain she had been barred from. She had been flawless in her escapes, careful to return back to the den before dawn and leaving her parents suspecting nothing. The yearling figured she could pull this off for another year until she was finally of age to leave her birth pack behind.
But, against her expectations, Wind had ran into trouble a day or two prior -- she was exactly sure on how long ago it had been, seeing how she had been completely incoherent up until a few hours ago. All she remembered was the sharp pang of the dart in her haunch before darkness had washed over her like cold water, and then she had awoken here. A vast meadow, much like her old territory, only the foreign scents and unfamilar flora were what told her she was far from the Lamar Valley. And now, for the very first time in her short life, Wind wished that she had listened to her parents.
Once the numb feeling in her legs had dispersed, Wind had begun her trek. She had followed nothing but her gut instinct, hoping that her paws would take her home -- or, at the very least, somewhere safe to rest until she could gather her wits. Along the way, the dark-furred yearling had become faintly aware of a clunky human contraption around her neck, possessing a small point of light that blinked red on the edge of her peripheral every few minutes. Besides frightening her, the repetitive nature of the collar had quickly begun to irritate her. However, being the least of her worries, Wind told herself she would find a way to remove it later -- she had been more focused on seeking out any sort of clue as to where she was, for any small landmark or faint whiff of a scent that seemed even the slightest bit familiar to her. She never found one.
It was hours since Wind had woken up. Currently, as the red sun dipped nearer toward the horizon, the young female's legs finally began to ache with fatigue. Her panic and terror had faded to a dull ache in the back of her mind as exhaustion began to crawl over her, and it was with a groan of defeat that the young wolf would plunk down in the grass, unable to go any further. Pale amber eyes were locked on the grass beneath her paws as her mind failed to produce any coherent thought. She was lost, both mentally and literally. A lump began to form in the young wolf's throat as she struggled to hold back her tears, and she instead raised her head to more closely observe her surroundings. An unusual ring of formidable jagged stones jutting from the earth in the distance managed to grab her attention, long black shadows stretching across the grass from where they stood. If it had been literally any other situation, Wind would have felt compelled to go and explore the interesting arrangement. However, that signature spark of youthful curiosity was nothing but a wisp of smoke in her mind, and if anything, the sight of the rocks made her feel even more afraid.
It was at that moment that a faint breeze brushed against Wind's dark pelt, blasting directly into her already aching eyes and leaving her grimacing -- but for only a moment. With the gust came something that she had not expected: the all-too familiar scent of fellow wolves. Stranger wolves, sure, but wolves nonetheless. Perhaps if she had been a tad less delirious from the effects of sheer fatigue, Wind would have been more cautious with any further approaches into this apparently claimed territory. However, it was pure, impulsive desperation that fueled her next actions, as the young wolf threw her head back and released a wailing, croaking howl from her dry and aching throat, hoping that someone would hear her cry. If it brought trouble, she would probably be able to outrun them. Probably. At this point, she wasn't really concerned about what curveballs fate would throw her.
But, against her expectations, Wind had ran into trouble a day or two prior -- she was exactly sure on how long ago it had been, seeing how she had been completely incoherent up until a few hours ago. All she remembered was the sharp pang of the dart in her haunch before darkness had washed over her like cold water, and then she had awoken here. A vast meadow, much like her old territory, only the foreign scents and unfamilar flora were what told her she was far from the Lamar Valley. And now, for the very first time in her short life, Wind wished that she had listened to her parents.
Once the numb feeling in her legs had dispersed, Wind had begun her trek. She had followed nothing but her gut instinct, hoping that her paws would take her home -- or, at the very least, somewhere safe to rest until she could gather her wits. Along the way, the dark-furred yearling had become faintly aware of a clunky human contraption around her neck, possessing a small point of light that blinked red on the edge of her peripheral every few minutes. Besides frightening her, the repetitive nature of the collar had quickly begun to irritate her. However, being the least of her worries, Wind told herself she would find a way to remove it later -- she had been more focused on seeking out any sort of clue as to where she was, for any small landmark or faint whiff of a scent that seemed even the slightest bit familiar to her. She never found one.
It was hours since Wind had woken up. Currently, as the red sun dipped nearer toward the horizon, the young female's legs finally began to ache with fatigue. Her panic and terror had faded to a dull ache in the back of her mind as exhaustion began to crawl over her, and it was with a groan of defeat that the young wolf would plunk down in the grass, unable to go any further. Pale amber eyes were locked on the grass beneath her paws as her mind failed to produce any coherent thought. She was lost, both mentally and literally. A lump began to form in the young wolf's throat as she struggled to hold back her tears, and she instead raised her head to more closely observe her surroundings. An unusual ring of formidable jagged stones jutting from the earth in the distance managed to grab her attention, long black shadows stretching across the grass from where they stood. If it had been literally any other situation, Wind would have felt compelled to go and explore the interesting arrangement. However, that signature spark of youthful curiosity was nothing but a wisp of smoke in her mind, and if anything, the sight of the rocks made her feel even more afraid.
It was at that moment that a faint breeze brushed against Wind's dark pelt, blasting directly into her already aching eyes and leaving her grimacing -- but for only a moment. With the gust came something that she had not expected: the all-too familiar scent of fellow wolves. Stranger wolves, sure, but wolves nonetheless. Perhaps if she had been a tad less delirious from the effects of sheer fatigue, Wind would have been more cautious with any further approaches into this apparently claimed territory. However, it was pure, impulsive desperation that fueled her next actions, as the young wolf threw her head back and released a wailing, croaking howl from her dry and aching throat, hoping that someone would hear her cry. If it brought trouble, she would probably be able to outrun them. Probably. At this point, she wasn't really concerned about what curveballs fate would throw her.
July 30, 2019, 12:33 PM
Hunting for the caches and ping patrols is what the shewolf found herself doing all the time. To keep her mind at bay and her thoughts from wandering. I’m fact she was doing a short patrol around the borders at that moment when a howl filled her ears, drawing the she wolf towards the sound.
When she had arrived, she saw a she wolf on the borders of passing out. Since she had done that herself once before, Kiran knew the look and the feeling all too well. She gave a low chuff before coming forward. “Your a little close to our borders no? Are you alright? You don’t look so good.”
When she had arrived, she saw a she wolf on the borders of passing out. Since she had done that herself once before, Kiran knew the look and the feeling all too well. She gave a low chuff before coming forward. “Your a little close to our borders no? Are you alright? You don’t look so good.”
July 30, 2019, 01:07 PM
Her mind shrouded by a thick fog, Wind had not even registered the presence of the white shape making its way up toward her until it spoke in her direction. Instantly the yearling's head shot upward with a dizzying force, the haze in her golden stare giving way to a thrilled, childish sparkle that spread across her entire visage. The words that the stranger spoke went through one ear and out the other, but whatever she had said didn't matter in the slightest to Wind. The fact that she had found her own kind in this nightmarish territory was enough of a cause for celebration.
"You!" Wind's normally bright, youthful voice was a husk of what it once was, forcing itself out of a dry throat like the croak of a bullfrog, "Oh, thank you! You have to help me! I don't know where I am, I--" She paused briefly to swing her head around wildly, reassessing her surroundings as if expecting them to have changed. The radio collar strapped around her neck was beginning to itch furiously, and she stretched one hind leg up to poke helplessly at the contraption. "The humans took me. They -- they took me and -- and they put me here! They put this -- this thing on me! I think it's going to explode. What if it explodes? Oh, stars! I don't want to die! I just want to go back home! Please!"
"You!" Wind's normally bright, youthful voice was a husk of what it once was, forcing itself out of a dry throat like the croak of a bullfrog, "Oh, thank you! You have to help me! I don't know where I am, I--" She paused briefly to swing her head around wildly, reassessing her surroundings as if expecting them to have changed. The radio collar strapped around her neck was beginning to itch furiously, and she stretched one hind leg up to poke helplessly at the contraption. "The humans took me. They -- they took me and -- and they put me here! They put this -- this thing on me! I think it's going to explode. What if it explodes? Oh, stars! I don't want to die! I just want to go back home! Please!"
July 30, 2019, 01:13 PM
The woman was silent for a while but then her demeanor quickly changed and she grew excited. She thought it strange and was about to speak but the woman’s fast talking cut her off. She caught view of this device on her neck and she was confused as to what it was. “Okay calm down. Wait humans what?” Okay now she was completely confused as to what was happening. “Um I don’t know if it’ll explode but I don’t think messing with it will help.”
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