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Ooc — Jeanelle
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January 01, 2020, 01:31 AM
This was her first winter on her own, and her solitude was not by voluntarily choice either. She had presumably lost her entire family along with her childhood friends in a wildfire that abruptly occurred before the first snow fall a few weeks prior outside of this lush and lively place. Of course, the entire ordeal made her manically depressed; the black she-wolf didn’t know if anyone had survived and even if they did, how would they know to look for her here? She had only stumbled across this place by accident, so the likelihood of her comrades doing the exact same thing was slim pickings, if best.
Chumani had been tracking a faint scent of a hare for a couple of hours now. She was hungry like the rest of these dwellers seemed to be; however, she differed herself from the rest, she was getting slightly irritable because of the loud grumbling noises that her stomach made and the deep, hoarse coughs that escaped out of larynx every so often. All of the natural and organic herbal remedies that she knew about that would have suppressed her coughing were buried under the snow that covered the landscape. Being a youngster that just celebrated her first birthday a few days ago, she was unfit to know how to gather those special herbs while it was buried under the white blanket. Her ears were laying flat on top of her skull, tail flowing gently behind her as the chilling breeze forcibly pulled it around and all the while, her dull green eyes danced around.
While the hares’ tracks were already being covered by the fresh falling snow, the scent... although, faint as it was, still lingered. That was enough to urge the Storjford daughter onward! Her toes were spread evenly apart as her agile and lanky limbs were lifted— only to creating a crunching sound the moment that they managed to find the fresh snow on the ground, as her snout was shoved close to the ground, tracking the hare as best as she possibly could.
It took her only a few minutes to catch the unfamiliar scent of another she-wolf as it coated the membrane of her nostrils and within a millisecond later, her dull colored eyes noticed the tracks that were left, heading in a perpendicular direction than Chumani had originally been traveling in. At first, the black she-wolf contemplated on what to do next; should Chumani follow her fellow wolf? Perhaps, they’d be willing to team up with her to find some food. Then again, the Storjford daughter knew how irritable she was getting because her success rate of finding prey and consuming it was very slim pickings— if that; so, how would another individual that was hungry react to her; a complete stranger asking for aid.
But, her hunger and the growling pains in her stomach outweighed the risk and Chumani pivoted her body to turn in the direction that the other she-wolf was heading, snout lifting as her ears flowed back against her skull. “— Excuse me,” Chumani called out, hoping to grab the others attention before they got completely out of view as she trotted carefully toward them to catch up and enclose the distance that separated them.
Chumani had been tracking a faint scent of a hare for a couple of hours now. She was hungry like the rest of these dwellers seemed to be; however, she differed herself from the rest, she was getting slightly irritable because of the loud grumbling noises that her stomach made and the deep, hoarse coughs that escaped out of larynx every so often. All of the natural and organic herbal remedies that she knew about that would have suppressed her coughing were buried under the snow that covered the landscape. Being a youngster that just celebrated her first birthday a few days ago, she was unfit to know how to gather those special herbs while it was buried under the white blanket. Her ears were laying flat on top of her skull, tail flowing gently behind her as the chilling breeze forcibly pulled it around and all the while, her dull green eyes danced around.
While the hares’ tracks were already being covered by the fresh falling snow, the scent... although, faint as it was, still lingered. That was enough to urge the Storjford daughter onward! Her toes were spread evenly apart as her agile and lanky limbs were lifted— only to creating a crunching sound the moment that they managed to find the fresh snow on the ground, as her snout was shoved close to the ground, tracking the hare as best as she possibly could.
It took her only a few minutes to catch the unfamiliar scent of another she-wolf as it coated the membrane of her nostrils and within a millisecond later, her dull colored eyes noticed the tracks that were left, heading in a perpendicular direction than Chumani had originally been traveling in. At first, the black she-wolf contemplated on what to do next; should Chumani follow her fellow wolf? Perhaps, they’d be willing to team up with her to find some food. Then again, the Storjford daughter knew how irritable she was getting because her success rate of finding prey and consuming it was very slim pickings— if that; so, how would another individual that was hungry react to her; a complete stranger asking for aid.
But, her hunger and the growling pains in her stomach outweighed the risk and Chumani pivoted her body to turn in the direction that the other she-wolf was heading, snout lifting as her ears flowed back against her skull. “— Excuse me,” Chumani called out, hoping to grab the others attention before they got completely out of view as she trotted carefully toward them to catch up and enclose the distance that separated them.
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If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather - by Wylla - December 31, 2019, 07:42 PM
RE: If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather - by Chumani - January 01, 2020, 01:31 AM
RE: If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather - by Wylla - January 06, 2020, 10:36 AM
RE: If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather - by Chumani - January 07, 2020, 02:24 AM
RE: If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather - by Wylla - January 11, 2020, 04:35 PM