Tucking into her meal was a pleasure would indulging. The warmth of the spring coupled with the taste of fodder blood made for a pleasurable reprieve she had not had in some time. Another might have called this instance a vacation, but the wanderer simply called it a more comfortable setting within this turbulent world.
In truth the struggle of the wanderer's life made these moments all the more precious, rather than taken for granted as most packwolves tended to do. Knowing that before the nightfall the would return home to the comfortable beds, they neglected secret ground such as this, let along the scenery or the ambiance that came with stumbling upon a hidden treasure.
For the moment whilst she feasted, the female did not envy the life of the packwolf. It was they that should have aspired to be like her... though she knew that once she dined on bones that feeling would have been lost and she return to the cruel reality again. But for now...
When all that remained were howl bones for her teeth, the she-wolf nudged away the carcass of her meal and let her head rest on the warm lip of the steaming pool. The was granted only a moment to clear her cold nostrils til a sound from another pulled her muzzle to take notice. Haggard grey, yet elegant, another loner by her state. It would have been cause for relief in knowing she was not alone on the packless path, instead she felt only bothered in seeing another female in the same state as her. She huffed softly in turn, more a muffled bark than an actual sign of attention. She hoped this approach was not for a territorial despite.
Though some did not like to share their treasures. |