Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 10:50:58 GMT -5
The cold wind whirled around Firefly as she moved into a clearing, away from the immediate protection of the massive trees of the Xayar Forest. Even through her thick white and grey fur, she could feel the cold. She shivered a little, but not so much from the cold, but rather from the anticipation of what she was about to do. Anxiety knotted her stomach as she stepped lightly through the snow.
She had spent all her life staying away from the pack. But with her mother now gone, she knew she had to do this. She had to make contact. And hope that they would accept her into their group. But what if they did not? What if they chose to punish her for having lived on their territory all this time? Her ears lowered as her heart dropped. Was this the best thing to do?
The large flake snow fell and began to lay on her back. She shook it off, just as she tried to shake the dark mood from her mind. All her life she has wanted the opportunity to at least meet these other wolves. These wolves that she had heard and seen in the distance, but who her mother had hid her from. Mother was gone now, and Firefly was all alone, and she did not want to stay alone.
With a heavy sigh, she sat in the snow. She lifted her head and she howled. It was a frightfully lonely sound, full of the fear and longing of a young wolf. She was anxious to meet the pack and be accepted, yet fearful of being denied access to their group, or perhaps even worse. She stopped howling, and listened. It seemed she could hear her own howl echoing around her, gradually dissipating to silence. Ears twitched as she strained to hear any response. Nothing. She howled again, longer and louder this time. When she finally stopped she had to pant from the exertion of it. Peering around through the snow and into the trees, waiting to see the emergence of another wolf, or hear a responding howl. Firefly waited.
She had spent all her life staying away from the pack. But with her mother now gone, she knew she had to do this. She had to make contact. And hope that they would accept her into their group. But what if they did not? What if they chose to punish her for having lived on their territory all this time? Her ears lowered as her heart dropped. Was this the best thing to do?
The large flake snow fell and began to lay on her back. She shook it off, just as she tried to shake the dark mood from her mind. All her life she has wanted the opportunity to at least meet these other wolves. These wolves that she had heard and seen in the distance, but who her mother had hid her from. Mother was gone now, and Firefly was all alone, and she did not want to stay alone.
With a heavy sigh, she sat in the snow. She lifted her head and she howled. It was a frightfully lonely sound, full of the fear and longing of a young wolf. She was anxious to meet the pack and be accepted, yet fearful of being denied access to their group, or perhaps even worse. She stopped howling, and listened. It seemed she could hear her own howl echoing around her, gradually dissipating to silence. Ears twitched as she strained to hear any response. Nothing. She howled again, longer and louder this time. When she finally stopped she had to pant from the exertion of it. Peering around through the snow and into the trees, waiting to see the emergence of another wolf, or hear a responding howl. Firefly waited.