Ajei moved throughout the Great Bear Wilderness. Confidence growing at each step. Sounds still made her scuttle madly to the nearest tree. And she avoided other wolves quite well. After all, small steps, everything in moderation. Especially when one was attempting to change their entire nature, though truthfully. She was unsure if she truly would. or just grow a little more easy at change.
White paws against green grass and she was thrown from her thoughts when she came to the forest that was both foreboding and welcoming. Ash falling from the branches where the trees had begun to push upwards. She took a steady breath staring at the mismatched majesty laid out bare before her. Trees both alive and dead. Grass growing stubbornly up through the white dust that lay thick and heavy upon it's heads.
She took a deep breath and slowly pushed forward, the smell of prey and other wolves. Though the other wolves were stale. She walked through willows as they hung low and like curtains to brush the top of her head. Leaving colors of ash in the red of her fur. Black streaks along the sides and her head. Like a warrior come to claim what was theirs.
She could not stop the insatiable curiosity as she traveled. Green eyes wide in red face, the gentle tufts of her cheek fur, brushing feather light and soft. She danced among the shadows, following the dust motes as they skipped through shadows and lights. A delicate laughter on her tongue.
White paws against green grass and she was thrown from her thoughts when she came to the forest that was both foreboding and welcoming. Ash falling from the branches where the trees had begun to push upwards. She took a steady breath staring at the mismatched majesty laid out bare before her. Trees both alive and dead. Grass growing stubbornly up through the white dust that lay thick and heavy upon it's heads.
She took a deep breath and slowly pushed forward, the smell of prey and other wolves. Though the other wolves were stale. She walked through willows as they hung low and like curtains to brush the top of her head. Leaving colors of ash in the red of her fur. Black streaks along the sides and her head. Like a warrior come to claim what was theirs.
She could not stop the insatiable curiosity as she traveled. Green eyes wide in red face, the gentle tufts of her cheek fur, brushing feather light and soft. She danced among the shadows, following the dust motes as they skipped through shadows and lights. A delicate laughter on her tongue.
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