Flicker huffed as she wandered thorugh the forest, the cold leaf litter cooling her burning, split pads. She listened to the bird chatter as she wandered deeper into the new land. Many new whirled around her like a mist; the forest was comforting dispite the coldness compared to the land she had traveled from. A fresh scent of a male wafted towards her, cocking her head she followed it; although unsure if she would be greeted with aggression, as she would greet a wolf, or kindness.
She sighed heavily, the last three moons had been quite lonely dispite having travelled with a few other loners and once a pack. Somehow she hadn't opposed them at greeting; maybe Flicker was coming to terms with the tragedy that had befallen her pack.
She dragged herself out of the memory when she spotted a wolf against a tree; she stood behind a bush, thinking about how she should approach him. Flicker tensed as he put his front paws back on the ground and started to scan the area. Had he heard her? Smelt her even? No, the wind was in the wrong direction for that. She dropped into a crouch then realised he may see the flick of movement through the leaves of the shedding bush. She studdied his long legs, much like hers in build, and the muscled that wrapped tightly about his chest to fill out some of his gangly frame.
Flicker crept out from behind the bush, her eyes locked on him, and wandered stiffly in a large circle about the wolf; hoping she didn't look as threatening as she often did without realising. She cocked her head at the wolf, coming to a stop and turning to face him.
She sighed heavily, the last three moons had been quite lonely dispite having travelled with a few other loners and once a pack. Somehow she hadn't opposed them at greeting; maybe Flicker was coming to terms with the tragedy that had befallen her pack.
She dragged herself out of the memory when she spotted a wolf against a tree; she stood behind a bush, thinking about how she should approach him. Flicker tensed as he put his front paws back on the ground and started to scan the area. Had he heard her? Smelt her even? No, the wind was in the wrong direction for that. She dropped into a crouch then realised he may see the flick of movement through the leaves of the shedding bush. She studdied his long legs, much like hers in build, and the muscled that wrapped tightly about his chest to fill out some of his gangly frame.
Flicker crept out from behind the bush, her eyes locked on him, and wandered stiffly in a large circle about the wolf; hoping she didn't look as threatening as she often did without realising. She cocked her head at the wolf, coming to a stop and turning to face him.
| • • | 'The wild is wild, but she is feral.' -Mor
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if i but had wings - by Kukulkan - September 09, 2018, 01:16 AM
RE: if i but had wings - by Flicker - September 13, 2018, 03:03 PM