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Posted on March 27, 2017 at 02:54:26 AM by windsong
The silence in the woodlands was nearly resounding in Windsong's ears. It's loudness was broken only by the muffled scrunch of dead needles underneath the pressure of her pads, and the fragile exhale from her lungs. While it may be eerie to some, a vulnerable loner such as the she-wolf embraced its sweet presence as she trekked under the green canopy of the pines. Windsong scrambled to the top of a knoll, gazing out through the screen of tree branches. There wasn't much here. The wanderer was silly to believe she'd encounter something wildly captivating. Though, she knew she was better off avoiding confrontation. Lonely was safer.
She wasn't the social sort. Long ago, Windsong had been the runt of the litter and the constant rag doll in games of puppy war. The hard-knock life of the runt toughed up her skin and created an iron-tongued she-wolf, but the social damage done from being the undeclared omega of her pack made Windsong into the wolf she was today. Socialization wasn't preferred. And don't expect her to warm up to a large pack anytime soon. Wandering, despite the dangers and negative connotations that went along with being a wanderer, wasn't as terrible as Windsong had previously pondered.
Musings rattled by a fussing woodbird above, Windsong shook her head and gave a huff. Deciding it was a sign to push forward, she slipped down the knoll and onto the flats of the forest floor. Her strides were nonchalant, paws not directing themselves in any pointed direction. Windsong found herself gazing into a small clearing where the glaring rays of the sun warmed the gap in the forest. Underneath the trees, everything was cool and crisp. Here, it was more tepid than Windsong preferred. As a former inhabitant of more arctic regions, Windsong was more equipped to handle blistering winds and ice storms. This place was far too mild for the she-wolf.
Blinking her brownish gold eyes, Windsong almost missed the sleeping form on the boulder in the clearing. Exodus' presence nearly startled the young she-wolf, causing her to draw a sharp inhale and brace her paws to stop herself from yelping. She had been alone for so longer, the presence of another wolf was altogether shocking for her. An immediate flight instinct began rolling in her veins, but an odd amount of curiousity kept her grounded. The white wolf remained, a small conscious pressuring her to indulge on this wolf. After all, she hadn't spoken to a soul in months. What could possible go wrong?
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