Sapphire moved through the enclosure of trees, leaving the deer paths that marked clear passage through there bulk and into the thick shrubbery that brushed menacingly past her soft coat. The feel of the leaves tickling against her underbelly and her damp nose caused her to repress a sneeze. With the morning still young the cool of the night still hung in the air, and in dew, damp crystals that clung to the green life. The warmth of the sun would soon lift this coolness, but until then the fae would feel it in the stiff air, and beneath paws that sunk in soft mud. She held no vanity, her prides lay in strength and unwavering determination; thus she paid no mind to the dampness of all that surrounded her. She continued to push through the undergrowth, strong nose quivering with all it took in. Surely, the prey was would be awakening, blinking dreary-eyed into the morning light would be easy prey. It was a good time to hunt – she just needed to catch a trail first.
When finally she crossed a trail, it was not exactly as she had anticipated. The scent of salt air and crisp texture that came with creatures of flight. Seagulls, perhaps? The scent was warm in the cool air, unmistakable. Sapphire paused her step, eyes flicking one way, and then another. One direction would take her further into the bulk of the forest, where she was likely to encounter a meal. The other way would take her towards this newer scent, One she may not even find within her abilities to catch. Curiousty won over in the end. She hadn't bene this way yet and she still needed to finish exploring her beutiful pack lands.
Making her decision, paws took to moving once more, carrying her gently so she glided across the mud and grass. In moments the scent was strong, against her face and her nostrils as she inhaled it in and drew information from its texture. She opened her mouth and let the scent full her, gaining all she could from it. She was moving up now, where the air was thinner, even if only a little. The salty scent of sea was overpowering now, taking out the scents of all behind her until all there was was the cliffs, and the open sea.
The arctic fae pushed through and past the undergrowth of land that became all that more familiar with every circulation of it’s ground. Her steps where assured, and despite the weight of responsibility and imperfect care of herself that pushed down upon her, her pride was shinning through her bright, living eyes. She had never been weak – her past had seen to that, and her greatest fear had pushed enough need towards that course – but with the hardship of caring for herself and creating a pack in strange land, the daily exercise her body saw – she was strong. She felt it in the hard muscles of her legs, and she wore this strength with pride. Hunting, sleeping, and surviving here, Sapphire had not encountered a situation she couldn’t pull herself out of, her own wits and her own strengths where more then enough to get her pack through.
Lost in thought she didn't realise until the world fell away beneath her that she had reached the cliffs. This was the first time she had found her way here. There was still so much of her land yet unexplored! and the breathtaking view that unfolded before her was well worth the journey to it. The source of the fishy scent soon became clear, as her eyes travelled down the cliff and she caught sight of the roosts the seagulls had taken to. Sometimes fighting, but always cawing and snapping at bits of fish they had caught themselves. They where too far down a sheer drop for her to think of catching breakfast amungst them, but thoughts of food and dropped away, falling against the fantastic view. The Alphena raised her head and let out a strong proud call. The rising notes of her sweet voice were amplified by the shapes of the cliff and called out against the massive sea, rising on the backs of waves. This, was her home.
Last Edit: Nov 20, 2011 19:23:10 GMT -5 by sapphire
