Selkie had hung around near Mudminnow River for a good week or two, mulling over her choices. It was Rickon’s face which smiled into her mind every now and then, and eventually, after pretending that the pleasant encounter had meant nothing to her, Selkie had found herself travelling westward.
It was stupid, she told herself, to take up with the first pack whose name she had learnt. Stupid to think that the young, tall Rickon would even remember a dishevelled scrap of a female. It was rash, making a decision like this based on the scant information the coppery she wolf had.
But Winter was on its way; the nights were lonelier than ever now they were lengthening, and Selkie wasn’t sure where else she could go. If she passed up the opportunity to settle somewhere now, wouldn’t that be equally foolish?
There was no knowing whether Easthollow would have space for a small female, even if she was spry in body and mind. There was no knowing whether they would appreciate what she could offer. And what could she offer? A quick wit, a sharp tongue? She could hunt – the fact that she had survived for months as a loner was testament to that – but most adult wolves could hunt. She could patrol, and she could be a friendly face.
On some level Selkie had always doubted herself, and it was those doubts which had kept her away for so long. She meandered and procrastinated and put it off until her paws were, once again, aching and sore – until the loneliness stung and the idea of a place to call home was too tempting to shy away from.
The borders were still some way ahead when the she wolf slowed and halted, her ears splaying and her head tilting. Before her stretched a vast meadow, and Selkie could only guess at the wonders it held.
And suddenly guessing wasn’t enough. Her paws shuffled, patted the ground. Her head tilted back and a short melody was projected towards that meadow and those borders. Her ears settled against her head and she told herself that it would be fine; that this was the beginning of something.
It was stupid, she told herself, to take up with the first pack whose name she had learnt. Stupid to think that the young, tall Rickon would even remember a dishevelled scrap of a female. It was rash, making a decision like this based on the scant information the coppery she wolf had.
But Winter was on its way; the nights were lonelier than ever now they were lengthening, and Selkie wasn’t sure where else she could go. If she passed up the opportunity to settle somewhere now, wouldn’t that be equally foolish?
There was no knowing whether Easthollow would have space for a small female, even if she was spry in body and mind. There was no knowing whether they would appreciate what she could offer. And what could she offer? A quick wit, a sharp tongue? She could hunt – the fact that she had survived for months as a loner was testament to that – but most adult wolves could hunt. She could patrol, and she could be a friendly face.
On some level Selkie had always doubted herself, and it was those doubts which had kept her away for so long. She meandered and procrastinated and put it off until her paws were, once again, aching and sore – until the loneliness stung and the idea of a place to call home was too tempting to shy away from.
The borders were still some way ahead when the she wolf slowed and halted, her ears splaying and her head tilting. Before her stretched a vast meadow, and Selkie could only guess at the wonders it held.
And suddenly guessing wasn’t enough. Her paws shuffled, patted the ground. Her head tilted back and a short melody was projected towards that meadow and those borders. Her ears settled against her head and she told herself that it would be fine; that this was the beginning of something.
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Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Selkie - October 12, 2016, 02:41 PM
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RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Steady - October 13, 2016, 11:06 AM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Selkie - October 13, 2016, 02:58 PM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Witchhazel - October 13, 2016, 03:30 PM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Steady - October 13, 2016, 04:10 PM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Selkie - October 13, 2016, 04:31 PM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Witchhazel - October 14, 2016, 07:52 AM
RE: Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade - by Steady - October 14, 2016, 06:47 PM