Post by akitla on Jun 10, 2012 0:25:21 GMT -5
In the light of the early dawn, a large lump of white sauntered through the refreshing greens, the dew of the fresh morning clumping her fur and making them slick with moisture. The Arctic wolf meandered slowly towards the lake, where she could see hints of the sun's rays barely touching it. Though it would never touch it to any full extent, the sight of the small and glittering ripples was a pleasant sight for her blue green eyes. She never seemed to grow tired of this scenery, not even in the winter when every medicinal plant available disappeared, but it was not like the Shaman did not collect the plants before winter came and stored them just in case.
Akitla had just woken from her long night's sleep in her warm, comfortable den. While the chilly morning was something that woke her up all the way to her bones, the old female enjoyed such walks when she awoke before the others. She was fairly sure that no one else would wake as early as she, and she would be surprised if she had accidentally disturbed anyone on her way out. It was a simple walk that she took down to the lake every day. She would catch something to eat on the way, upon which she had done already, and then she would drink the cool, clear waters of the lake. For awhile, until she felt as though she needed to move, she would lay upon the shore and take in the beauty of the nature around her.
She padded down to the very edge of the lake's surface, lowering her majestic head to the water. Her pink tongue poked out from the edges of her black lips, lapping at the water with a specific pace that stated she was neither parched nor over hydrated. She allowed the cool liquid to slide down her smooth throat and replenish what energy she had used to make it to this point. It refreshed the old goat, and once she backed away from the water, she stretched her tired muscles as far as she could, then released a massive yawn. She was no longer tired, but a good stretch would release a few good things inside the chest of an old, achy wolf.
Akitla scanned the shore for a good place to lay down, and merely padded a few feet to do so. She circled the spot beside the small boulder before comfortably laying herself upon the ground, leaning against the boulder for support and more comfort. She left her head held high, scanning her glimmering gaze across the land for possible signs of just anything in general. Plants, life, or even her own packmates. She would be absolutely delighted if they would care to join her for her morning sit down, perhaps for a talk or something. She did not truly care, but she did love company, and she did love the wolves that she had come to live with in this beautiful land. After all, she did not join them as the Shaman without a reason. They had needed one, and she was sure that they were exactly what she was looking for in a new family.