I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

She padded in to the open fields quietly, body low to the ground as she veritably slinks into the field. She was thankful for the tall grasses that flourished under the current warm weather, they provided her with cover against the unknown but they provided that same cover to the unknown as well. The traveler’s dilemma. Her aquamarine eyes flicked up to the horizon where the first telltale rays of light were beginning to break, casting the sky in a myriad of light pinks and blues. Her broad feet barely scraped the dewy ground as she trotted deeper in to the area. It had taken her some time to get here, but stamina is a gift she earned long ago and constantly sought to maintain.

Sighing lightly she slowed, dark claws scratching the dirt before lowering her head she drew in the various scents of what she could only assume were the local inhabitants. There was a distinct lack of a strong male scent which at least meant she hadn’t wandered into some testosterone (or in some cases estrogen) driven shit show. Instead she safely assumed this was just some common area and visibly relaxed. Thought she didn’t mind confrontation, it was typically not her first choice of action, she had found that there were quite a few more enjoyable ways to get exactly what she wanted.

A sly smile played across her features at the thought of previous such…discussions as she headed toward the quiet lake. Bending down she took a brief moment to quench her thirst, lapping up the water while her eyes scanned the area constantly, always waiting for something or someone to make itself known. She was never so naïve as to think there wasn’t someone else out there. Somewhere.

Finally finishing her drink she sat back on her haunches, enjoying the view as the sky continued to lighten. She could never be still for too long, it wasn’t in her blood to simply stay in one place and it was only moment before she needed to get moving again. With nowhere to go her options were quite limited until she obtained a better lay of the land. Finally with a low growl she launched to her feet, jumping lightly, almost dancing, in and among the lush grasses before dropping to the ground and rolling on to her back. She wiggled there, rolling from side to side enjoying the feeling of the ground littered with rocks and twigs scratching her back in the areas she could never quite reach. Tongue lolling out and a rare, true smile playing on her lips she surely looked a hot mess.

timberwolf // female // 36in - 98lbs // six // unpaired // loner // riley

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.