For just under an hour Blaise explored her home, and as the time passed she grew more impressed by the Vale's beauty, more grateful that it was here that she had chosen to make her home. It seemed, too, that she had arrived at a good time. Signs of winter tragedy remained, broken trees and the bones of animals claimed by an avalanche's fury. She had never witnessed a disaster of such proportions, though her mother had told her about them, and the terror with which they cursed all living things. The timber girl tried not to let her emotions follow her thoughts. It must have been horrible for these wolves - her new family. Among the skeletal victims, Blaise saw no canine remains, but that did not mean that the wolves of Northstar Vale had been spared suffering. Before her imagination could wander further, a brisk summoning bark cracked through the quiet evergreens. Her ears pricked instantly, heart racing with excitement and anxiety alike. Perhaps the call was not meant explicitly for her; nevertheless, the gray she-wolf instinctively followed the sound. It brought her to a tawny-furred female, who stood waiting in the forest, a plump hare at her paws. Blaise lowered her stance before the highly-ranked wolf, ears pinning to her skull, tail folding down until the tip rested between her heels. She drew up to the female, donning a friendly smile. Hello, she greeted softly, her blue gaze held to the other's face. |
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