SIERRA
It was the late afternoon and the area around me was lowering and dimming gradually – it was not unusual and it was not rare to see a white wolf with silver specks skimming and dotting around in her pelt around this time of the day. Sierra was her name and she at this precise moment was very proud of herself. Why you ask? I shall tell you – Sierra had familiarised herself with two new wolves and they had both been brutes! Males were intimidating to her and she still found herself trembling in the presence of Allegro Tempo. Something about the brute chilled her to the very bones; he was peculiar but yet she intrigued her so much. However Sierra understood that the first brute had been different. He had the title of Zev and the thing that Sierra had noted about him was his words. They were spoken and pronounced with such fluency and accuracy – such gentleness which made Sierra wish desperately she could speak so smoothly. The girl with the white cloak did not stick around with Allegro; not because she did not enjoy his company, not because she was frightened of him. She had actually befriended this brute though his mighty bodice made her wary. She knew however that he would not harm her. Sierra found herself believing the brute with the mammoth bodice.
Sierra had proposed that she had been ready to join a pack with Zev; of course she hadn’t and had soon taken back that request. However the girl now found herself prepared to take on this task so she was ready to meet up with Zev once again. She found herself pondering life without a pack; it was rather dull to say the least. She could not feast upon the finest meat of moose or elk – only rabbits which after a while Sierra began to grow sick of. There was also the safety net of a pack to fall back on in times of needs. Of course she could also learn different types of tactics in hunting and maybe even learn something she had always dreamed about: healing.
She had been thinking again and again on which pack to choose – after a while she had decided that the best route for her was Bright Moon pack. It was mysterious and perhaps not as boring as some other packs. It was perfect for her.
Different shades of colours passed the girls paws – fragrances floated into the nose of the girl. It was pleasant here and a perfect way to meet her friend Zev once again. But right now she did not really want to call him yet – she wanted to run around a little bit first. Butterflies were not seen around this time of the year which was sadly disheartening as chasing butterflies was such fun. There was nothing to chase so Sierra pretended. Her long and slender limbs started one in front of the other. She began to run around wildly, yipping and howling with pleasant memories.
Her snow white bodice flopped to the floor, rising up and down with a task to control her breathing. Once regained, Sierra rose and changed her posture into something a little bit more acceptable. Her muzzle reached up and ghostly sound rose from her maw. Of course it was nothing beautiful – just a howl. But to any foreign animals it would be extremely menacing. “I hope that he can hear it,” she mumbled to herself.
She rested by a tree, regaining her strength – she did not care if anyone saw her. She was happy, for once. Different petals rested in her fur, tangled in her pelt from when she had been rolling about. Her perfume was very much flowery – and unfamiliar to anyone who had met her already.
Word Count: 632
OOC: Sorry for the wait.
Female || White Wolf || Souleh || Young Adult
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