November 18, 2013, 02:32 AM
As it turned out, scouting unexplored territory—particularly with winter hot on one's heels—was kind of a bummer. Ra'Lae had loved the idea of it, loved that she was being trusted with such a great responsibility... but now she wondered if the rest of the Bloodstones had just wanted to be rid of her. She wasn't exactly enamored with the idea of returning to them with no prospects, but neither was she enamored with the idea of wandering this desolate place until death decided to claim her. It was growing colder with each day that passed, and she grew hungrier and less adept at dealing with the encroaching bitter season.
At this point, Ra'Lae merely wandered aimlessly. There wasn't much to track, and there was no scent of moose or elk on the wind. Not even a deer, which she might have been able to take on her lonesome. Maybe if she simply stopped trying to find something, she might be surprised instead of constantly disappointed.
As she crested a hill, that last thought proved to be true—she could see an area that was oddly devoid of snow, and somewhere at its center she thought she could see the ribcage of something long-dead. "Don't come back if you're just going to disappoint me again," Ra'Lae told the crow flatly as it soared ahead to investigate. She quickened her pace to a trot—perhaps it had not died that long ago, and perhaps there was still some meat she could scavenge from the less sought after parts of its carcass. Her mouth watered at the thought, and the small canine began to run.
When she arrived, however, Ra'Lae's heart fell leaden in her chest. Nothing but bones, and too old for even the marrow to be viable. "Damn," she swore vehemently. Moments later, the ground erupted several feet behind the female and she released a high pitched yelp.
At this point, Ra'Lae merely wandered aimlessly. There wasn't much to track, and there was no scent of moose or elk on the wind. Not even a deer, which she might have been able to take on her lonesome. Maybe if she simply stopped trying to find something, she might be surprised instead of constantly disappointed.
As she crested a hill, that last thought proved to be true—she could see an area that was oddly devoid of snow, and somewhere at its center she thought she could see the ribcage of something long-dead. "Don't come back if you're just going to disappoint me again," Ra'Lae told the crow flatly as it soared ahead to investigate. She quickened her pace to a trot—perhaps it had not died that long ago, and perhaps there was still some meat she could scavenge from the less sought after parts of its carcass. Her mouth watered at the thought, and the small canine began to run.
When she arrived, however, Ra'Lae's heart fell leaden in her chest. Nothing but bones, and too old for even the marrow to be viable. "Damn," she swore vehemently. Moments later, the ground erupted several feet behind the female and she released a high pitched yelp.
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