The next few days, Wynonna goes without seeing another wolf. Being alone had always suited her and so complains did not leave her muzzle. Exploring territories on her own, finding each landmark for herself, had something satisfying. It is when she reaches an obstacles that things become complicated. With a cliff’s edge on her left and an expanse of a territory on her right, unexplored, she isn’t sure where to go. The gust of sea breeze hits her and carries the thick scent of wolves that, if she were to go further north along the coast, she’d run into an impenetrable border of wolves.
Unsure of her final destination, she deviates a little to the east. It is on the coast of the sea, where she’s meant to be, but she’s uncertain if this one in particular is her home. For now, she keeps her distance, and quietly she begins her new trek.
Her stomach rumbles, disputing her decision to go without hunting, but a scent catches her attention and subtle movement within tall grasses. One brow lifts, an odd quirk, and she smiles as she begins to bury herself and creep forward. Rabbits are but a small meal, and would likely be enough to tide her over—assuming she’d be able to catch one. Her state is weakened and travel weary and her last meal days ago in the tide pools of the sea. Rabbits, creatures fast enough to outrun her into hiding, might be a little tricky.
Wynonna lunches then and the small band of rabbits break apart, her paws leading her in the way of the plumpest one—and to her surprise, she’s able to swiftly pick it up into her jaws. She clamps and shakes until she’s satisfied there is no movement left in the lifeless creature.
Unsure of her final destination, she deviates a little to the east. It is on the coast of the sea, where she’s meant to be, but she’s uncertain if this one in particular is her home. For now, she keeps her distance, and quietly she begins her new trek.
Her stomach rumbles, disputing her decision to go without hunting, but a scent catches her attention and subtle movement within tall grasses. One brow lifts, an odd quirk, and she smiles as she begins to bury herself and creep forward. Rabbits are but a small meal, and would likely be enough to tide her over—assuming she’d be able to catch one. Her state is weakened and travel weary and her last meal days ago in the tide pools of the sea. Rabbits, creatures fast enough to outrun her into hiding, might be a little tricky.
Wynonna lunches then and the small band of rabbits break apart, her paws leading her in the way of the plumpest one—and to her surprise, she’s able to swiftly pick it up into her jaws. She clamps and shakes until she’s satisfied there is no movement left in the lifeless creature.
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voices that once the Tower of Babel knew - by Wynonna - April 24, 2016, 11:08 PM
RE: voices that once the Tower of Babel knew - by Kinta Flame - April 25, 2016, 06:14 PM
RE: voices that once the Tower of Babel knew - by Wynonna - April 25, 2016, 08:23 PM