Post by macey on Aug 6, 2011 1:14:33 GMT -5
The early morning light shone softly down on the trees as a small figure made it's way around wide trunks and thick branches and leaves. The dainty paws of the female wolf made their way over roots and around stumps, carefully picking her way through the terrain that would lead her to the water source that her dry throat desired. The little wolf was a light tan color, her fur bright against the dark trees and the shadows cast by the angled morning light. Her ears perked forward as she grew close enough to hear the faint sound of water hitting rocks, to smell the slight aroma of the clear blue liquid and the foul smell of a dead fish or two along the banks.
This only succeeded in increasing her pace, drawing her closer and closer to the water source every second. Soon she came face to face with the river, and she lept forward, stopping suddenly at the edge of the bank before she slipped into the rapids below. She gasped softly, surprising herself before she dropped into the rocks in front of her. She silently cursed herself for her lack of judgement and her failure to remain alert and to survey her surroundings before leaping forward. But she was thirsty, and she scanned the banks in search for a safe place to drink.
Soon she found a safe spot, growling in frustration as she realized she would have to manuever her way over rocks and through a few thorns to get there. However, thirst pushed her onward, forcing her, with growls and yelps of protest, through the thorns and over the rocks to a spot where she could finally lower her head and drink. She took her time, savoring every moment the cool liquid slid down her throat. Finally quenched, she lifted her head, sitting down on the bank and turning to groom herself, setting the tangled fur back into it's proper place.
This only succeeded in increasing her pace, drawing her closer and closer to the water source every second. Soon she came face to face with the river, and she lept forward, stopping suddenly at the edge of the bank before she slipped into the rapids below. She gasped softly, surprising herself before she dropped into the rocks in front of her. She silently cursed herself for her lack of judgement and her failure to remain alert and to survey her surroundings before leaping forward. But she was thirsty, and she scanned the banks in search for a safe place to drink.
Soon she found a safe spot, growling in frustration as she realized she would have to manuever her way over rocks and through a few thorns to get there. However, thirst pushed her onward, forcing her, with growls and yelps of protest, through the thorns and over the rocks to a spot where she could finally lower her head and drink. She took her time, savoring every moment the cool liquid slid down her throat. Finally quenched, she lifted her head, sitting down on the bank and turning to groom herself, setting the tangled fur back into it's proper place.