August 29, 2014, 10:10 AM
[size=x-small]I wanted a Danica thread and gosh diddly darn it I'll have one :p[/size]
The female had not yet found a pack that seemed to suit her based on appearances alone. It probably didn't help that during the woman's wandering of the Teekon Wilds that she'd only actively conversed with two wolves; a jerk who'd overreacted (though admittedly, she was beginning to wish she knew more of his story) and a fairly attractive lone wolf. Not very useful for finding a future home.
The cliffs she found herself examining from afar brought back memories from long ago; Alf had fucked her first mate on a mountain that had some sort of significance to him and then they'd scampered back down it with the sort of reckless abandon that could've gotten them killed. Or at least, that was how Alfhildr remembered it. She was scampering, at least. Adonis had always seemed too professional and composed to scamper, but Alf knew.
She regarded the memories fondly, even though the piece of shit had disappeared on her. Whatever. The past was the past.
Alf trotted closer to the cliffside, and a whiff of a familiar pack hit her nostrils. Her lips curled back to reveal pearly teeth instinctively; for fuck's sake, if she had to deal with that dipshit again, she'd climb the cliffs just to fling herself from them. Okay, so that was a morbid train of thought. Not entirely inaccurate, though, for how rundown Alf was getting.
The direction of the breeze changed, wafting more of the pack wolf's scent toward the tawny she-wolf. A sigh of relief escaped her; it wasn't Mr. Dickface.
Padding cautiously toward the stranger, Alf took in the female's visage. She looked nice enough. Alfhildr's tail gave a tentative wag as she barked a greeting to the woman. Making her presence known would either make Alf a super special new friend or royally fuck her over.
The female had not yet found a pack that seemed to suit her based on appearances alone. It probably didn't help that during the woman's wandering of the Teekon Wilds that she'd only actively conversed with two wolves; a jerk who'd overreacted (though admittedly, she was beginning to wish she knew more of his story) and a fairly attractive lone wolf. Not very useful for finding a future home.
The cliffs she found herself examining from afar brought back memories from long ago; Alf had fucked her first mate on a mountain that had some sort of significance to him and then they'd scampered back down it with the sort of reckless abandon that could've gotten them killed. Or at least, that was how Alfhildr remembered it. She was scampering, at least. Adonis had always seemed too professional and composed to scamper, but Alf knew.
She regarded the memories fondly, even though the piece of shit had disappeared on her. Whatever. The past was the past.
Alf trotted closer to the cliffside, and a whiff of a familiar pack hit her nostrils. Her lips curled back to reveal pearly teeth instinctively; for fuck's sake, if she had to deal with that dipshit again, she'd climb the cliffs just to fling herself from them. Okay, so that was a morbid train of thought. Not entirely inaccurate, though, for how rundown Alf was getting.
The direction of the breeze changed, wafting more of the pack wolf's scent toward the tawny she-wolf. A sigh of relief escaped her; it wasn't Mr. Dickface.
Padding cautiously toward the stranger, Alf took in the female's visage. She looked nice enough. Alfhildr's tail gave a tentative wag as she barked a greeting to the woman. Making her presence known would either make Alf a super special new friend or royally fuck her over.
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Is There Life Out There - by Danica RIP - August 25, 2014, 10:39 PM
RE: Is There Life Out There - by Alfhildr - August 29, 2014, 10:10 AM
RE: Is There Life Out There - by Danica RIP - August 29, 2014, 07:05 PM