OOC: Heading north from the Greatwater Lake, across the Flatlands toward the Sunspire. This is a hunt for all those that want to participate. Feel free to pop in at anytime :D @Kuno , @Raheerah , @Silas
It was time to depart when the air no longer smelled of frost, but of the multiple of inhabitants wafting from the distant north. Mindful of her proximity, she kept the Plateau at a breadth the lone wolf could afford to maintain. But as the sent of life grew stronger, her encounters with its brethren becoming more routine, she thought it best to relinquish her hold over the lake and wander off once more toward greener pastures.
Surely a metaphor when the days were shrouded in white, yet against the odds of reason, there were green fields to spy stretching just as far as a mountain's shadow would allow. The peaks were within sight, though their bases were fair off creating a ridge across the scape. Vast as the lake had been upon first impression, but with a determined stability unseen by the shifting waters beneath the ice. The peaks were firm, solid to their core. Even the snow that graced their tops remained still as though the white that had fallen had become a part of its facade. Should she touch them, would she too become a part of its permanence? She thought not as she took swift stride from its shadow, resuming her trail along sun-touched pastures.
The fortune that came with the expanse like the flatlands was the openness of the air that allowed all neighboring scents to flow through. The air became a culmination of aromas both wolf and fodder and predator alike. A stroke of luck might have brought her to the scent trail of a traveling harem, but she had long ago forfeit the belief in Luck. There was only what could be found by her own determination. And there was the rich musk of fodder... she knew it but could not see. Though with an aroma so fresh, so clear, she could taste it, she could not afford to ignore it for another moment.
Impatiently she rose her muzzle in beckon, shaking loose the softened flesh for the resounding call to rise and touch the ears of neighboring wolves. Her song was the unabashed tale of hunger, of the ambitions of a hunt... and the promise of flesh. |