From One to Another

*Rain* · (This post was last modified: December 09, 2014, 10:27 AM by Rain.)

Stupid, irritating, ignorant, the silver wolf growls to herself. Her neck still stings from having a run in with a black wolf in Redhawk. I swear if I ever catch that devil out of his pack boundaries I'll kill him. Dried blood soaks her chest and neck, bright on the white in her coat. The crusty feeling of it is starting to make her itch causing her to be even more irritable. My beautiful coat, she whines silently.

Trotting up to Whitefish River, Rain greets it with a happy wag of her tail. Without stopping, she swims in up to her chest, the ice cold water washing away the blood. She stays for a minute before swimming up on the opposite side where a wood lay. If this is another wolf's territory, let them be friendly, if not, I can always take some of my frustrations out on them. She shakes the cold water from her winter coat, hoping to dry soon. After how well her last run in with a pack went, she does not want to speak with another, but Amekaze wishes her to speak with them and so she shall. I'll be glad when Im home and done with all of this.