Singing the song that's inside us all.

I'm not usually one to surround myself with such dull air, but today I find myself near the swamps, with a freshly caught rabbit hanging from my jaws. I disregarded the warm crimson leaking down my neck as I marched through the thick fog, burning embers searching for a clearing.

I inwardly cursed myself, wondering why on Moladion would I even roam out into such weather, when I could be resting peacefully amongst my new home of Spirane. I guess the adventure of learning the mountains I found overwhelming, and somehow ended up here with murky black water sticking to my autumn and cream colored pelt.

I was just about to cross a stream when my ears rotate and catch the sound of a moaning creak. My head snaps up, and I frantically search for the cause of the noise when a loud snap follows, along with a yelp. Nostrils flare as I dip my head, focusing my eyes as they try to pierce through the bog. Finally, I'm met with a she wolf, glaring behind her as she stands, drenched.
A small giggle mumbles passed the rabbit as I approach.

"Are you alright?" the words were gibberish, as I'd forgotten that I'm still holding the rabbit. Sheepishly, I drop the rabbit, and before lifting my head I notice how fragile the older wolfess is, so I nudge the limp hate towards her.

"You look a bit hungry... And wet."
My ears fall flat as I point out the obvious, and my gaze side-casts from the other. "Sorry..." I mumble, resting my haunches and hanging my head.

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
four year old female
of spirane
mateless, imprintless