Ouroboros Spine Stranger Places (Joining)

Wisps of fur undulate in a frigid breeze that bears with it the sweet aroma of pine. It rouses a cream colored wolf from an unnatural slumber, her heavy lids fluttering open to reveal unfocused ice colored eyes. Blurs of green and brown fill her vision before slowly sharpening into large trees. Beneath her, hard packed ground numbs half of her medium sized body. For a few moments she lies there, calmly taking in her peculiar surroundings. She begins to wonder how she has come to be in this place. Thinking back, the last thing she can remember is gazing through thin silver branches to stare at a small group of strange two-legged creatures watching her. Dry and cracked lips curl in a snarl at the thought of the creatures, divulging an unconcealed hatred. For nearly a whole cycle of seasons they had held her captive.

Stiffly, the female sits up on her stomach while wincing at her aching body. Something heavy and thick shifts on her neck, catching her attention almost immediately. She attempts to glance down at it, but the object remains out of her view. Wanting to see what contraption the two-legged animals have placed on her, the cream colored wolf glances around for a river or a puddle. Nothing of the sort catches her eye causing her to growl in irritation. She shoves the problem to the back of her mind, choosing to ignore it. Whatever it is, she can find out later. Right now she wants to know where she is and why she is here. She will probably never understand the reasons of why because her captors never acted or spoke in a way that she could understand. But she can at least try to figure out where she is. Obviously she is in a wood from all the trees around her, but what is this area? It wasn't her old home, the scents differed.

Fear rises her hackles. Beneath the smell of the wood and winter was the smell of wolves. Her breathing quickens as she struggles to her paws. She swings her head one way and then the other, searching for the wolves. Shadows move to her left causing her to swing in that direction. It was only the wind swaying a tree. Another flash of movement from the same direction spins her around again. This time a squirrel chatters a greeting while scrambling across a branch. She backs up against a tree, whining. Why would the two-legged captors leave her here? Was this a death sentence?