Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
Kori's Beginning (Part 2) IP: 104.136.6.152 Posted on October 28, 2017 at 06:33:47 AM by EBster
As the sun began to rise, Kori could feel the morning dew fill her lungs with each deep breath. Slowly, she began to open her eyes to find herself in the middle of a wooded forest. The trees were tall but thin and barren of leaves. As she stretched herself out and stood up, she felt the cold hard ground beneath her paws as the leaves crunched beneath her. Still cold. Not far enough South, she thought to herself.
Stepping out from the alcove, she instinctively looked around. No one in sight. Good. She thought to herself. Off in the distance, she could hear the babbling of a small creek. Casually, she started making her way towards it.
The water was crystal clear and refreshingly crisp– obviously the result of the melting glaciers further North. As Kori drank from it, she greedily began dipping her muzzle and paws in it was well. As she did, she could feel the blood from the previous day’s events wash away. The creek was refreshing in the sense that it was giving her a new start as well.
Kori continued to travel alongside the creek for several days. The longer she continued though, the wider the creek became until it eventually was a river. Additionally, the longer she continued, the more prosperous the land got. The dead brown landscape slowly greened. The trees grew taller and became more full-bodied. The grasses grew taller and the ground softer. It was still winter, but it was a much more bearable winter than the ones she was used to.
The more she traveled though, the more paranoid she got too. The smallest of sounds set her nerves on edge; only able to relax once she realized it was a small rabbit or other sort of prey. She would circle herself, staying in the same area for upwards of two days just to make sure that no one from Cassius’ pack was following her. Once again though, she knew their stark white coats would be easy to spot against the rich lands.
One afternoon, Kori decided to take a small nap in the shade of a nearby tree. She had traveled late the previous night and woke up out of paranoia way too early that morning. But like all the other times she closed her eyes, the scenes of what she had done replayed in her head on a loop.
After tossing and turning for a sufficient amount of time, she decided that she was not getting her nap after all. She stood up and lazily stretched out. As she drank from the river, a crack of a twig caught her attention. Her muscles immediately tensed up. The weight of the sound was too heavy to be a small bit of prey. Had her old pack finally caught up with her? Leaves began rustling as whatever it was began to run. Kori spun around trying to identify where the sound was coming from. She certainly was not alone… Replies: There have been no replies.
