these people keep to themselves,
Glorall was, uh, well it was nice. She'd visited the shore in hopes that it would remind her of Litherum but alas, it hardly did such a thing. Hell, it didn't even remind her of Paracon! It seemed like everything was grande spanking new and that drove her mad. Was there seriously nothing left for her to cling onto besides from foggy memories? She'd not been to the island though and for some days she had watched it from afar; it was where some of the pack lived. Honestly, she did not understand at all what the Sulan guy was trying to pull. Two packs inside one? That hardly seemed harmonious and surely it was only a matter of time before the island decided to either disperse or declare themselves independent. Was it really surprising that the male hadn't taken that into consideration? Well, not really. If he believed peace could be obtained then clearly he was not exactly the brightest star in the sky. Whatever, let him do as he wished - she'd stolen him a wolf and for that he promised her some kind of lesson or something. If it were a lesson in preaching peace to the masses, count her out.
The island was all that really lay on her mind that day - she had crossed over the difficult route, having to bound from stone to stone in an effort to keep herself dry. It was cold enough without being wet and she'd just been lucky enough to have been born with a nearly obnoxiously fluffy, puppy-like pelt. It puffed out around her making her look almost double the size she really was and almost half the age, too. Obnoxious, maybe, but useful in more way than one. With the last leap, she felt one of her back paws hit the water, an action that sent a sudden chill up her spine as she jerked it away and cursed rather loudly into the empty space. Huh, funny that - the shore on the island was practically the exact same as the mainland. Was it really worth the near impossible task of navigating across the river? Hardly but it did give her a good chance to explore an otherwise unknown area. Who the hell lived there? What did they eat? Did they ever come into the mainland other than to pretend that they were happy to have new leaders? All good questions and with a shrug of her shoulders, the shore was ignored and she began to ascend the island's incline with short, bouncing strides.
It didn't take long for her to catch the sound of another ahead, the slapping sound of poor against chilled rock and the most peculiar thing - snarling? A little out of place for a pack that had apparently been dedicated to peace. She paused but for a moment, considering her options, before she once more shrugged it off and continued. She'd traveled too far to just turn around and make the long journey back over the river, right? Might as well see what was up. As she turned the corner, she found the form of another loping ahead - he looked downright pissed off, to be honest. Perhaps many others would have been deterred but what did d'Mani have to worry about? The male was clearly pack - he reeked of it.
"Hey," she simply called, picking up her pace and fast catching up to the heels of the other before halting. She stood at attention, her head high and ears cupped forward, head tilted slightly as she sought out the other's gaze.
"You weren't at that pack meeting or whatever it was. Are you annoyed that you missed it? Trust me, it wasn't that exciting."
Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best way to start a conversation with a wolf that looked like he had half the mind to eat her but it was a start, no? How else did you start a conversation? Hey, need help killing somebody? No thanks, much too dirty of a job for her though her own mind's humour brought a tiny smile to her delicate features.
all living in their own hell |
