Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 19:28:14 GMT -5
Perhaps it was fate that Sinead’s paws had led her here, to the base of these massive hills. She’d been traveling for what had seemed like ages, avoiding heavily populated areas like the plague. Her journey had brought her up from the south where she'd briefly explored, further and further until she veered off her path, and somehow she had ended up here. It was autumn, the reds and golds of the leaves so beautiful beneath the glistening sun. She had wandered so far north that there was a telltale chill in the air, nipping playfully at the tips of her ears and the pads of her paws. She thrived here, her the khaki-gold hues of her multi-colored coat more prominent against the stunning autumn colors, much like her flashing yellow eyes, marred by flecks of magnificent sea green. Her mother had told her one that she had the eyes of a goddess, enough to make a brute melt where he stood. This, of course, had been the type of folly that mothers regularly spoke to their pups...but whenever Sinead caught a glance of herself in a stream or lake, she did admire her shimmering pupils.
Sucking in a deep breath, Sinead shifted through the scents in her mind, identifying each one quickly and accurately. The hills were clearly not a home that could be claimed – for who could ever claim such an expanse of land? – but perhaps she would camp here for a little while. She would be able to learn the trails and run them like she was fond of doing, and there were enough caverns to keep her adventurous side entertained for some time. Water was another story, and she could probably find a source later…but she was getting ahead of herself. First she had to play scout, had to ensure that there were no lurking cougars, or worse. Of course she knew that the caverns could not house her for long. With winter approaching, she would need to find a pack to call her home, as much as the idea unsettled her. Am I suited for pack life now? She pushed these thoughts away promptly. She was sure that she had matured enough to be of some use to one of the rumored packs, but for now, she would not think about it.
After a moment of poking around in the underbrush, Sinead discovered the beginning of a well-worn trail. As quietly as possible she began to climb, one step after the other, never faltering. Even when the path curved sharply or began to incline, she trudged on, up and up until she had to dig her claws into the rocks. Higher up she could see where the path plateaued, but she was in no rush; the burning in her muscles was both familiar and welcome. Her fur flashed in the sunlight as she moved, making her a beacon for anything to see…but Sinead wasn’t particularly worried about that.
Finally she reached a flat area of the path, where she paused to glance around. So far she had spotted no signs of large cats or predators, and as she stared out from her high position, nothing caught her eye. All was calm far below, still save for the occasional hawk that wheeled above before diving sharply. Breathing deeply, Sinead turned and continued along the path, passing scentless caverns as she went. Her steps were slower now, full of endless patience. She did not rush unless she needed to, and today she was thankful to have finally stopped. She had traveled for so long, farther than she’d originally thought.
On and on she went, further along the pass. The femme knew that eventually she would need to stop, to pick a cavern and rest...but for now, with the chilly autumn wind caressing her face and the sun high above, Sinead was as content as she could be.
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