She was not herself.

Memories long buried had pushed themselves to the front of Greer’s mind, making her edgy and paranoid. Far off in the pines a mourning dove cooed gently to the wind, the soft sound causing Greer to startle. She shook her head with flattened ears, unable to pinpoint the cause of her distress. Perhaps it was the strange land. Perhaps it was the hunger. Days ago she had hunted down a large brown rodent that was unfamiliar to her. The meal had lifted her strength and the she-wolf had travelled miles. But this place, Moladion she had been told was its name, seemed to stretch on indefinitely. And now once again hunger clawed the walls of her stomach.

The calm sound of moving water had probed it’s way into Greer’s head some time ago, yet it was only presently that she seemed to notice it. The she-wolf’s pale yellow eyes seemed to bulge and she pointed herself if the direction of the sound. It had occurred to her that she was very thirsty. And where there was water it was likely potential prey would gather. The wolf’s black jaws parted and her tongue lolled over her teeth, slavering at the thought of a fresh meal.

The pines passed slowly as Greer padded over the soft orange needles. Her long, dark legs ate up the ground and propelled her skinny form as quickly as she had strength for. The sun had just past from midday to evening and the light cast long, confusing shadows through the forest. “You didn’t even say goodbye.” Whispered the cloudy pines. Greer jumped sideways, knowing the voice spoke only in her mind yet still frightened. She shook her head and her brain seemed to rattle against her skull. I need food, tha’s all. Greer thought to herself, plunging onward towards the splash of the river.

“I loved you.” Whispered the spook, causing Greer to stumble. She pushed the voice away and broke from the forest, finding herself on a broad river bank. The voice of Aksel was so clear, and yet he had been such a small part of her life. Perhaps it was his passion for life that stuck with her so forcefully. Love. Kindness. Such words were unnecessary and confusing and all she had found in this short life was that they were pointless. A trap. Folly.

She fled into the water, up to her belly, and drank feverishly.

g r e e r
female , five , loner , no imprint