Diane was hyper aware of the charged atmosphere clouding Porcupine Ridge, centering mostly on the arrival of spring and a strange scent that called to all the wolves in a siren's song, sending everyone's hormones into a rave. The young female avoided the situation entirely, unaware that her own first heat would touch the earth before she could figure out what it all meant. But her aversion to conflict was not what distracted her. It was the snowmelt.
The loss of snow meant that the waters in the territory were swelling exponentially, and the creeks and streams that had been nonexistent at her arrival, were springing up in unexpected places. She found herself avoiding larger stretches of territory, just for this reason. Every time Diane could hear herself nearing the telltale trickling sounds, her imagination would expand, and she could suddenly feel herself getting nearer to the ocean. The thought frightened her so much that she would begin to shake, and tuck her tail, skittering back to where she knew it was quiet. Where she knew it was dry.
Diane was fairly dehydrated because of this, having found her life survivable through the use of puddles and mouthfuls of snow. But the time for avoidance was fast-closing. She knew she couldn't do this forever— especially not if she planned on being a productive member of the Ridge. It was this thought that made her pull herself out of her den that morning, and head quietly for the nearest stream.
As the sound of running water grew louder, Diane's steps slowed. Her legs rocked in vivid uncertainty, but she steeled herself forcefully, marching stiffly forward. The smell of freshwater made her parched mouth dryer, and she thickly licked her chops, pausing several feet away form the edge of the water. It was as close as her body would let her go. She wanted to take the last few steps, but nothing happened except the mild fidgeting of her toes. She whined, suddenly laying down on the spot, and making low, conflicted noises at herself.
It was all frighteningly irrational. And she had no clue how to escape it.
The loss of snow meant that the waters in the territory were swelling exponentially, and the creeks and streams that had been nonexistent at her arrival, were springing up in unexpected places. She found herself avoiding larger stretches of territory, just for this reason. Every time Diane could hear herself nearing the telltale trickling sounds, her imagination would expand, and she could suddenly feel herself getting nearer to the ocean. The thought frightened her so much that she would begin to shake, and tuck her tail, skittering back to where she knew it was quiet. Where she knew it was dry.
Diane was fairly dehydrated because of this, having found her life survivable through the use of puddles and mouthfuls of snow. But the time for avoidance was fast-closing. She knew she couldn't do this forever— especially not if she planned on being a productive member of the Ridge. It was this thought that made her pull herself out of her den that morning, and head quietly for the nearest stream.
As the sound of running water grew louder, Diane's steps slowed. Her legs rocked in vivid uncertainty, but she steeled herself forcefully, marching stiffly forward. The smell of freshwater made her parched mouth dryer, and she thickly licked her chops, pausing several feet away form the edge of the water. It was as close as her body would let her go. She wanted to take the last few steps, but nothing happened except the mild fidgeting of her toes. She whined, suddenly laying down on the spot, and making low, conflicted noises at herself.
It was all frighteningly irrational. And she had no clue how to escape it.
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Electrify me - by Diane - March 02, 2016, 11:59 PM
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