OOC: Mood Music The days... the days were growing colder. And for each rise of the sun to bring forth another day, the female did not feel herself getting any closer to a full belly. Let alone fulfillment. In times of the stillness and the quiet she would think, letting her mind tread back to the days on the mountain. There was no want for food, for the income was regular as each wolf played their part to either hunt, section, or disperse the food. There was a system to take part of, one that kept the inhabitants alive... however dull and cold the existence might have been.
At least they all lived.
In the times she stood as the outsider looking in, she would return time and again to the pitiful conclusion; that there was nothing beyond the doldrums of routine. No purpose beyond what was dictated by the ruler. No future other than what was forseen by the lead and his blind eyes. And she was glad to have escaped it, to have taken a paw across the threshold of her own volition. However that moment of pride had all too quickly deflated when she looked back now to the mark she had left on this strange, new world. And there was none.
Only a figment of a mark that faded quickly under the weight of new fallen snow.
Before the sun reached its peaks, the quietly dame rose from her bed of frost and leaves and bent down for a stretch to loosen her tired lips. Her maw would part in silent yawn, her teeth rattled in the cold air til they were sheathed again. She had no direction, no need to lift herself from atrophy. Yet she was obliged to none the less. Perhaps from habit. A final walk along the lake before nightfall, to see the first of the stars grace the vast sky. |