02-22-2019, 01:01 AM
An ache rolls through her body, riding along her muscles and trembling within her legs. Weariness lays thick on her, and though she prided herself on her endurance, she could only walk for so long without feeling the least bit tired. This cold wasn't helping, either. It nipped at her eyes, skin mostly guarded by her heavy coat, every breath stinging her lungs and forming a small cloud before her face when she exhaled. She hated the cold.
The snow crunches underneath her paws, the trail she left making her feel a bit off. She wasn't used to leaving any traces of her presence. She was used to covering it up, coming and going with no one knowing any better. But there was no use to it now. If the paw prints didn't give her away, the scent did.
Then she stops. A foreign scent hits her nose, strong and unfamiliar. She can tell she's not alone, that these parts were home to other creatures. It had been a long trek since she last interacted with anyone else, and she was not eager to do so now.
On edge, the canine lingers there in the snow, carefully trying to figure out her next plan of action. She didn't want to take the risk that these people weren't friendly, as she wasn't in fighting shape, nor did she want to find out if her silver tongue would work on them. So she just chose to sit and wait. Although she knew she could have tried to sneak past, she also didn't want to do such a thing when she didn't even know how many there were.
So she watches, body coiled like a spring, tense and on edge.
The snow crunches underneath her paws, the trail she left making her feel a bit off. She wasn't used to leaving any traces of her presence. She was used to covering it up, coming and going with no one knowing any better. But there was no use to it now. If the paw prints didn't give her away, the scent did.
Then she stops. A foreign scent hits her nose, strong and unfamiliar. She can tell she's not alone, that these parts were home to other creatures. It had been a long trek since she last interacted with anyone else, and she was not eager to do so now.
On edge, the canine lingers there in the snow, carefully trying to figure out her next plan of action. She didn't want to take the risk that these people weren't friendly, as she wasn't in fighting shape, nor did she want to find out if her silver tongue would work on them. So she just chose to sit and wait. Although she knew she could have tried to sneak past, she also didn't want to do such a thing when she didn't even know how many there were.
So she watches, body coiled like a spring, tense and on edge.