Winter was here, yet it seemed like only yesterday the freckled lady had been bathing in the hot summer sun. She loved winter, though she tended to miss laying out on the heated rocks and dangling her paws into the water, or strolling through fields of tall flowers. In the winter, everything was barren and harsh, but oh how she loved it. Her personality couldn't have been more diverse, to find beauty in everything, even death. Struggle was natures way of strengthening, and Aesop found tremendous beauty in it. On certain days she would just sit around and watch the world move around her, clouds rolling and breezes blowing; but today was much different. She was a lady on a mission.
Long, pearly white legs doused in pumpkin freckles extended into the thick, deep snow, paws splaying like snowshoes to support the weight of her body atop the crystals. Her narrow ivory chest worked as a snow plow as she trudged through at a decent speed, romping through the fields toward the place she wished to call home. She loved to run and hunt, this being a specialty of hers, and she had heard that the fields of Asteraia might be the place for a wolf like herself. It was said that it was a place for misfits, a place where the wolves found beauty in each and every lifestyle, and did not judge one another. They all bleed red. Aesop believed herself to fit into this type of family system, one with order and beautiful differences, kinda like a salad.
Golden ringed pumpkin gazers searched the vast fields of white, freckled pinae swiveling to take in nothing but utter silence, by which she was confused. She had stopped at a scent border, so she knew they had to be close by. Why couldn't she see anybody? Letting her pearly snout tip up to the heavens, she let loose a melodic call for the leader of these lands. She had come to become one of them.
Word count; 336
4 yrs//no imprint//no mate//no pack//koi
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