Acclimating to the life of a pack wolf once again was not without its challenges. There were the hours to rise to ensure the borders were marked, as well as seeing to the creation and maintenance of the cache. Still in its infancy, it needed to be nurtured by any and all paws able and willing to see to it.
But today, her newly kept course was altered and she sought instead to pursue a scent that had only recently left the Vale. Had her own intentions not been to take a walk of her own, she might have ignored the scent, if not missed it entirely.
Hesitantly she moved from the known lands toward the unknown she had been so intimate with days prior. Stepping for the mountain came as a wonderful reminder of what awaited her as a treat in days to come. And while she would have desired to revel, she thought better of it to focus instead on this scent that led away.
Hours crept by as snow ebbed away to the grating surface of sand. Rolling shores took the place a frigid scapes and while her fur had only ever felt the frigid touch of ice and snow, the Cape offered a rare warmth in the season. Startling, but not at all unpleasant.
And upon the rock littered shore was a shape of lupine design. Grey and isolated, benign and calm as it looked out toward the water perhaps in thought. She remained a short distance from the wolf as she lay, not wanting to completely disturb her, but desired her address just the same. She sang softly in the hopes of turning the grey female's ear. |