Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 16:24:29 GMT -5
Sore. From head to tail; sore. That's all Smilla could think about. She had been traveling for so long with so little food and rest. As she strolled silently and undisturbed, her paws hurting more and more with every step upon the green sward, her nose caught the scent of the border of a territory, marked by many wolves, though none she had ever encountered. Smilla wanted to just cross the border, make her way into the territory without being escorted, but that's a mistake you only need to make once before learning, and that's something Smilla had already learned.
Smilla; the one with the little voice. This is what she had been called at an early stage in her life. Not having grown out of it yet, she sat down and giving it her all, she let out a yip. She would howl, but, this is one of the things she was never taught. Yes, howling is a thing that comes naturally to a wolf. Well, not to Smilla. Even she knew she was different, not being able to howl and all. She sighed and looked up across the territory as far as she could see. But of course, her little yip wasn't loud enough to get the attention from anyone inside the borders of this pack. Smilla sprawled out across the soft green terrain and crossed her paws, letting her head rest on them.
Smilla layed there patiently. She would stay there until nightfall and hope for a border patrol or someone from within the pack to come and find her, hopefully accepting her and guiding her to the Alpha. Or one of them, at least. But if nightfall came and nobody had come, she would leave and find a safe place to rest for the night, returning at sun rise.
Smilla; the one with the little voice. This is what she had been called at an early stage in her life. Not having grown out of it yet, she sat down and giving it her all, she let out a yip. She would howl, but, this is one of the things she was never taught. Yes, howling is a thing that comes naturally to a wolf. Well, not to Smilla. Even she knew she was different, not being able to howl and all. She sighed and looked up across the territory as far as she could see. But of course, her little yip wasn't loud enough to get the attention from anyone inside the borders of this pack. Smilla sprawled out across the soft green terrain and crossed her paws, letting her head rest on them.
Smilla layed there patiently. She would stay there until nightfall and hope for a border patrol or someone from within the pack to come and find her, hopefully accepting her and guiding her to the Alpha. Or one of them, at least. But if nightfall came and nobody had come, she would leave and find a safe place to rest for the night, returning at sun rise.