OOC:Breeding might occur! Be warned
Inevitably, her steps would lead her into the Vale once more, but it was without an air of pomp or enthusiasm. As if taking the steps toward her end, she had marched fairly slowly beyond its borders, welcoming the scent as if it were an old and bitter friend. She had loved the Vale and those that dwelt within it… but how easily she made to resent them by one. It was not their fault, yet she was accompanied with a manner of distance for the whole.
Of all the lands within the territory, she avoided the sacred tree, fearing that should she look upon its bark she would find the blood of her elder upon it. The blood drawn from vengeful fangs in his loss of another. She did not know whether the fragile female had been found. The warden had been gone since the following morning of the avalanche. Her duties to her brethren shamefully forfeit in lieu of pursuit to clear her mind. And yet, rather than the enlightenment and peace she sought, she was met with anger, hurt, and an overwhelming disdain for those that dared to call themselves wolves. She had been a victim of the senseless lust of another. Unmarred still, yet his scent was not easily masked by the pines, nor the mountain air for that matter. It clung to her as a mark of shame and as a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond their borders.
Her encounters with the Creek had all but fallen from memory…
Days were passed in solitude for the female. When once she had looked forward to the warmth found alongside her companion and mate, she now dreaded crossing his path for fear of the stain that might mar his face. She had returned, yes. But she had left without a word to her own devices, wrought with an anger she did not understand and felt the weight of it still, pressing painfully upon her heart. She could not go to him in this manner… or at all, she feared. How was she to look into the eye of one she loved when the threat of her anger revealing remained at the forefront? How could she speak to him now after such time had passed?
Just before the setting of dusk, she returned to her earthen den fashioned from the roots of a dying tree. Her claws scraped against the earth, pulling away a little more to accommodate her bulk. Four days and nights she had spent hollowing this den, making a home for herself as she had intended to do the first day within the Vale. |