BUT WE'RE YOUNG

OPEN FLOWERS IN THE WINDY FIELDS
OF THIS WAR TORN WORLD

Despite all her best efforts, Cvijet could not fight the pull of Taviora's sprawling forest, and she found herself moving silently through the shadows lest she be spotted. It wasn't that she was unwelcome, for she did not doubt that Moth would vouch for her if the situation called for it, but she had not been officially invited into the fold and she wasn't particularly sure she wanted to be either. Thus she moved like liquid mercury, silver and slippery, ghosting between the trunks of the tall pines and spruce, their aromatic needles releasing wafts of comforting perfume with each pawstep she took deeper into the unfamiliar packlands. Her tresses glowed beautifully in the half-light that penetrated the foaliage, making her more visible whenever she accidentally strayed into the sun's fingery rays.

Above her a bird exploded into the sky, whistling an alarm and startling the she-wolf so that she froze, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Only when she was sure the little creature had not given away her position did she dare to continue forward. All around her the signs of summer were starting to show; bird's nests decorating the earth which yellowed without rain to quench it, sprigs of grass beginning to wilt, crying silently towards the firmament. Babies were beginning to venture from burrows and thickets, here the white flash of a fawn's back, there the soft squeals of a family of wild boars rooting for mushrooms. They paid the traveller no heed, for they could sense she was not hunting them, and the female tusker was large and formidable enough to protect her brood even if she were. Cvijet, in her turn, ignored the little family, her emerald eyes introverted as she pored over the happenings of the last few moons.

Somehow, despite everything she had been through, the pretty girl had achieved little, and it worried her. She was ambitious and friendly and wanted so desperately to use her healing skills for the betterment of wolfkind. Unfortunately though, it seemed every pack had more than it's fair share of herb-lovers, and she was loathe to fall into step with them. She had toyed with the idea of speaking to Moth about becoming healer when at last the old wolf retired, but had decided against the idea. Not only would it disgruntle the female to know some were ruminating on her death, but also it would be bypassing all the other wolves who had slaved for years for the position. Besides, or so she told herself, life was not about what one attained, but what deeds one accomplished.

News of her father's untimely doom had set her behind on her course, causing her such grief that she had stopped eating until the one called Enderly had shared his prey with her. Now she found herself ploughing onward, although to what end she did not yet know.

OOC-lame, I'm sorry:/ next one will be better.

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age. 13
daughter of. fao'lan
mate. none
pack. none
mother to. none
credit. x