H O W long had she spent here? Flea looses time, she only knows that the sun was in a different position when she arrived and now it was in a completely different part of the sky. Though the day was still bright, Flea felt her paws start to itch for the road again. This could have been the fleas though, but she does not feel them moving and does not think they are even really still alive. But then, wait! An itch, on her back! No! Her treatment of the fleas did not work, oh how could she have wasted so much time on a remedy that doesn't even work! Okay, so it did work for a minute, and she wasn't so itchy, and....

M O V E M E N T catches the young wolf's eyes and she looks over, her ears pricking up to show her interest. On its own accord, the white plume of fur waves behind her, showing her friendliness as the other wolf makes his way closer. Flea finds herself sniffing the air to catch and remember his scent, the mud not hindering her as she moves up to him. She didn't think he was a mean wolf, he didn't seem like one. She stands on three legs, her left hind leg is currently occupied scratching the worst itch on her back.

H E seems to be having trouble with the mud, and she tilts her head a bit, taking initiative and moving toward him to stop his struggle. She remembers not to invade his personal space, not until that tiny signal is given, but he smells like pine trees and rocks. Like mountains, and Flea very much likes the mountains. She waves her tail more, her front half lowering into a play bow as she tries not to jump and leap around. Her mind occupies itself on the boy, not on the itching of her rump. Perhaps this is her cure for the itch.

F l e a

female :: three :: too young for love :: no soul found :: forever a lone wolf :: "natural" wolf