Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 10:58:58 GMT -5
The Mexican wolf muttered angrily to herself as she limped along the trees in the outsides of the territory she was heading towards. The snow didn't bother her. She had lived in it before and she quite enjoyed it, but it wasn't exactly fun when it came down as a frozen rain, sleeting harshly against her pelt. It escaped through the cracks in the trees, the branches with no leaves. Her brown eyes strained to find a nice bush or a thick pine to hide underneath until the small storm passed. There were trees everywhere, mixing between deciduous and coniferous every few feet, but sometimes they were scarcely spread. She didn't know when she would come upon another wolf and, hopefully, it might be kind enough to help her in hunting. She had gotten quite hungry and didn't have much problem hunting for herself, but it was rather hard. The storm made it worse. It wasn't so bad, really, but when a wolf had a missing leg, that was a bit of a different story.
Serynia wondered why she had to be so old and not have one of her legs either. The hind left one was a mere stump, blackened to some extent and mostly bald. The fur around that area had fallen off long ago, back when that old woman had amputated it. She supposed it had been for the better, and it had saved her a lot of pain in the future. Granted, learning to walk again wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind after being run over by that odd human machine. Even now, she pictured it spewing its smoke and black liquid all over the place, burning her forest down. The heavy beast had pinned her down and had rolled over her leg, shattering it in many places. When she had finally come across someone, she thought she was going to die, but the old woman had saved her life and had given her a home until she learned to care for herself again. Then the old woman had been killed and she had been dragged off to a ship, then ended up here.
The old female limped on, her nose cold from the biting wind. She wished she had some burdock root for her aching leg. Perhaps she'd be able to find some once she laid down and rested. "Lord, I need to fine a pack soon, or at least a bush. A bush would be ideal at the moment." She was talking to herself as she generally tended to. Traveling alone was such a pain and she was much rather have a permanent place to stay, hence her need for a pack. Besides, she wasn't so efficient in caring for herself as she used to be. It had been quite some time since she had been able to hunt properly, run without having a limp that hindered her ability to catch up with the thing that needed to sustain her life. Serynia didn't want to have to depend on others in order to live, but that had been the case for a few years now, and it was not anything she had ever been particularly proud of in her life. She hated having to burden other wolves.
Serynia let out a yawn, catching some of the snow and rain mixture on her soft palate. It had slowed considerably in the last few hours, wasn't nearly as much of a biting sting in her face. A particular pine quick caught her eye. It was tall and thick, the branches sitting low to the ground and a few bits of underbrush crowded the roots nearby. She went over to it and immediately appreciated the shelter it provided; at least it wasn't raining on her anymore. She used her paws to dig at the snow, removing it in between the two roots and piling it around the edges. She snagged one of the bushes and ripped it from its roots, stuffing it underneath her as she laid down in her makeshift bed. She could pine for a much better sleeping situation, but this would have to do for now. The old woman wished she had some prickly pear cactus, too. It would help induce her sleep. Her yawn was gaping and wide in her jaws, stretching out. She curled up tight and lowered her head onto the mossy bush, keeping her brown eyes open for anything that might want to make her a meal.
