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Posted on April 30, 2017 at 00:04:33 AM by windsong
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| A soft breeze tugged at Windsong's fur, causing the coniferous trees in the woodland to whisper. The she-wolf closed her eyes, drawing in a soft breath to taste the wind. Her loner instincts had made her a cautious individual, always utilizing nature to draw her more aware of her surroundings. Flickering her eyelids open, she stared back at Exodus. She was not alone for once, and that brief instant, Windsong was struck by a calm. Friend, her mind decided. He was kind and didn't belittle her. How different than her own family. "Ha, you are right," She snickered to Exodus' comment about squirrels and climbing. "Are you always such an optimist?" She mused. Then he asked about her past. Where are you from? With all truthfulness, Windsong had yet to properly answer that question since leaving her home territory. There was no entire reason why she never answered, but usually the she-wolf passed a flippant reply, because nobody really wanted to know her roots before they drove her off. But Exodus wasn't seeking to send Windsong on her high-tail way. He could bear the truth, however insignificant it was. Blinking her mellow eyes, Windsong's mind wandered back to the place she grew up. The smell of marshy ground and the trickle of the various creeks that dashed throughout her pack's territory tingled at her senses. One of her first memories was getting trapped in a patch of mud, and having her mother yanking her by her scruff out of the muck. Distinctly, the she-wolf recalled the condescending gaze of her father, the alpha, and how his eyes said 'this one. will this one survive?' She had been the runt. She had been the step-above-the-omega. Had her father really believed, and perhaps even wished, that Windsong was to be taken by nature rather than surviving? How come, then, did her pack seem so devout on preventing her from running away? The she-wolf's head tilted a bit, to Exodus' question, she responded, "To be honest, I'm not sure what they call my home. Our father called it simply Terra..that meant 'earth' in some tongue. It was far north of here, around the riverlands. Peaceful. Only a handful of other packs around us." She then gazed at him. "Did you come from here? Or did you also wind up in this realm and decided to make it home?" Windsong. Female. 3 years. No imprint. No mate. Loner.  Replies:
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