Wisteria
November 05, 2017, 09:48:14 PM
speech ♚ thoughts
A petite figure made her way, unknowingly, towards Inaria.
It was getting cold, the first winter she'd experienced since the one she'd been born in. It was early morning, and the fog was thick, so thick that she could hardly see through it. She shivered against a chilled wind, breath coming out in a visible sigh in front of her. She would need to find shelter soon, but... she had to find food, first. Her attempts at hunting had been fruitless endeavors, too loud and too brightly colored to be of any real talent at it. If only her mother had taught her, maybe she'd have a chance...
Her mother had not taught her, though, and she'd disappeared with no trace one morning, not unlike the misty one she now traveled. She didn't know a lot of things, honestly.
For example, she knew nothing of borders, or packs, or pack land. She'd been taught to be wary of strangers--and she was, so much so that she sometimes jumped at her own shadow--but she had never learned that there were large groups of other wolves, that there were scent markers to look out for and turn back when you found. So she crossed the border, interest piqued by the pretty, purple-flowering trees of Inaria.
It was pure coincidence and nothing more that she hadn't run into a guard on her way through. Just as snow began to fall softly, her vision suddenly swam. She stopped in her tracks, shaking her head to try to clear it and only succeeding in making herself even more dizzy. Her stomach growled, loud, and Wisteria's brow furrowed in concern.
A figure appeared through the light snow. "H-hello...?" She barely managed to meekly get out before collapsing.
She really should've eaten something.
It was getting cold, the first winter she'd experienced since the one she'd been born in. It was early morning, and the fog was thick, so thick that she could hardly see through it. She shivered against a chilled wind, breath coming out in a visible sigh in front of her. She would need to find shelter soon, but... she had to find food, first. Her attempts at hunting had been fruitless endeavors, too loud and too brightly colored to be of any real talent at it. If only her mother had taught her, maybe she'd have a chance...
Her mother had not taught her, though, and she'd disappeared with no trace one morning, not unlike the misty one she now traveled. She didn't know a lot of things, honestly.
For example, she knew nothing of borders, or packs, or pack land. She'd been taught to be wary of strangers--and she was, so much so that she sometimes jumped at her own shadow--but she had never learned that there were large groups of other wolves, that there were scent markers to look out for and turn back when you found. So she crossed the border, interest piqued by the pretty, purple-flowering trees of Inaria.
It was pure coincidence and nothing more that she hadn't run into a guard on her way through. Just as snow began to fall softly, her vision suddenly swam. She stopped in her tracks, shaking her head to try to clear it and only succeeding in making herself even more dizzy. Her stomach growled, loud, and Wisteria's brow furrowed in concern.
A figure appeared through the light snow. "H-hello...?" She barely managed to meekly get out before collapsing.
She really should've eaten something.
ooc: She just has low blood sugar, no worries!! She is trespassing, though not intentionally by any means, but if she has to face some consequences that's fine! She's roughly a year old in this thread, since her profile doesn't state her age. If any alphas want to join for any reason, feel free!