Post by Adagio on Jun 27, 2010 19:19:34 GMT -5
I prowled and paced around the tree. Was this right? Should I be here? Did I deserve it? Was I ready? I swallowed the thick lump in my throat. Afraid, I was afraid. Summoning all my feeble courage, I threw back my massive head and unleashed an almost fearful howl. The air erupted from my throat and carried my worry across the territory, screaming for some company. For some certainty, whether a large pack suddenly appeared and chased me out, or took me in and licked my face and praised the earth that I was here. I just needed something to happen.
Waiting, waiting, now. For someone to appear. I paced backwards and forwards through the thick snow, leaping up on the grand tree-mother's big-roots before immediately leaping back down and completing the erratic circle. This land was harsh and cold, and the earth bit my toes. If I was to regain my honor anywhere, it was here, and yet. . . . A part of me yearned to be alone, to live and die alone, but this whole country was ruled by my kind. There wasn't a place untouched by wolves, and I couldn't bring myself to live on the edges, stealing from the packs. Thieves were scum, thieves deserved whatever hideous punishments fell to them.
I padded out another circle in the snow. When I had been circling the edges of this place, I could tell the pack was small. I could feel with my snout that it was weak, and young, and small. Their territory had been ravaged by a storm recently, and as far as I could tell from the scent marks there were no males. If I was to settle anywhere, this was the place. It was perfect for me. . . for a fool like me.
Waiting, waiting, now. For someone to appear. I paced backwards and forwards through the thick snow, leaping up on the grand tree-mother's big-roots before immediately leaping back down and completing the erratic circle. This land was harsh and cold, and the earth bit my toes. If I was to regain my honor anywhere, it was here, and yet. . . . A part of me yearned to be alone, to live and die alone, but this whole country was ruled by my kind. There wasn't a place untouched by wolves, and I couldn't bring myself to live on the edges, stealing from the packs. Thieves were scum, thieves deserved whatever hideous punishments fell to them.
I padded out another circle in the snow. When I had been circling the edges of this place, I could tell the pack was small. I could feel with my snout that it was weak, and young, and small. Their territory had been ravaged by a storm recently, and as far as I could tell from the scent marks there were no males. If I was to settle anywhere, this was the place. It was perfect for me. . . for a fool like me.