she'd been on her own for nearly a week now, split from her mother and left to battle the world on her own. a choice she had made willingly, a choice she had fought for. it had taken nearly a month of convincing nephele that she could survive out here by herself, that she could handle whatever it was the world would throw at her, and thus far she'd done alright.
small game was easy enough to hunt, no weird men had come to creep on her yet. she was free, and life was good.
she had taken to holding up on an outcropping along a mountainside, some quiet place where the foot traffic was slow. not many bodies moved through these parts, and she was ok with that. there were enough residual smells left here by whatever pack had once inhabited the place to ward off most curious visitors, which worked perfectly to zephyra's favor.
most of the time...
a few coyotes had moved in nearby, likely looking for some place to birth their next young. her time at bearclaw had left her with a particularly bad taste for the canine pests, and so she sought to rid them of the place. and so when the sun rose so with it did the youth, ready to run out or kill off her unwanted neighbors.
small game was easy enough to hunt, no weird men had come to creep on her yet. she was free, and life was good.
she had taken to holding up on an outcropping along a mountainside, some quiet place where the foot traffic was slow. not many bodies moved through these parts, and she was ok with that. there were enough residual smells left here by whatever pack had once inhabited the place to ward off most curious visitors, which worked perfectly to zephyra's favor.
most of the time...
a few coyotes had moved in nearby, likely looking for some place to birth their next young. her time at bearclaw had left her with a particularly bad taste for the canine pests, and so she sought to rid them of the place. and so when the sun rose so with it did the youth, ready to run out or kill off her unwanted neighbors.
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Ooc — aerinne
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May 09, 2025, 11:55 AM
It was too bad the forest had been inhabited by a woo queen, but Odessia figured she could find other flowers out in the wild. It was not as if that forest was somehow more special than any other forest. Besides, her condition had only gotten better the more time went on. She still had the occasional nightmare—and sure, sometimes she got spooked at nothing—but it did not feel like it had the first few days after The Incident. She was relieved to find the worst effects had only been temporary.
Odessia's paws took her north and east, and eventually she found herself in yet another forest marked by fire. She was not sure if this fire had been more recent than the one in the forest with the little yellow flowers, but she now wanted to test a hypothesis. Did those particular flowers always grow in places where flames had previously licked the trunks of trees? She did not know, but it seemed a reasonable theory.
A few hours into her search, she spotted a younger-looking wolf—characterized by their not-quite-filled-out form—who looked to be on a mission. Curiosity piqued, Odessia trotted toward the youth and wasted no time sizing her up. She was small, even for her suspected age. Despite her younger age and seemingly no guardian around her, she appeared fit and healthy. She had some odd brown markings, but Odessia was beginning to think that was the norm around here.
She kept her distance, not ready to become the victim like Viper had, but strayed close enough that conversation would be easy without shouting at one another.
"You look like you are on a mission. My name is Odessia; yours?"
Odessia's paws took her north and east, and eventually she found herself in yet another forest marked by fire. She was not sure if this fire had been more recent than the one in the forest with the little yellow flowers, but she now wanted to test a hypothesis. Did those particular flowers always grow in places where flames had previously licked the trunks of trees? She did not know, but it seemed a reasonable theory.
A few hours into her search, she spotted a younger-looking wolf—characterized by their not-quite-filled-out form—who looked to be on a mission. Curiosity piqued, Odessia trotted toward the youth and wasted no time sizing her up. She was small, even for her suspected age. Despite her younger age and seemingly no guardian around her, she appeared fit and healthy. She had some odd brown markings, but Odessia was beginning to think that was the norm around here.
She kept her distance, not ready to become the victim like Viper had, but strayed close enough that conversation would be easy without shouting at one another.
"You look like you are on a mission. My name is Odessia; yours?"
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