03-11-2019, 05:22 PM
Fur bristles along her spine at the sudden sound. She's surprised, understandably--even she wasn't prepared for the crack that resounded from the sky. Head lifting, eyes peering up at the blanket of stars, she watches as something descends, a blur against the blackness overhead. It's unusual, but she wasn't irrational, and she simply shrugged it off as some sort of shooting star or meteorite.
With the issue settled, West didn't see any use in going to investigate, not interested in such matters. She wasn't doing anything important, per say--at least not in the middle of the night--but she also didn't want to wander off in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be a great idea, especially not in her condition, which she was still cursing herself for. One stupid mistake, a simple miscalculation, and she was stuck here for longer than she would have wanted.
But when day approaches, she ventures out towards the borders, mind numb and aching for something to occupy herself with. She was never one to be still for too long, her wound be damned. Each intake of breath, however, sent a spike of pain through her ribs, but she powered through. Her paws carried her through the snow, leaving tracks in her wake. Then she catches an odd smell hanging in the air and she stops.
It doesn't take long for the canine to spot the source, or at least, what she assumed was the source. She studies him from a distance, not allowing the wariness she felt to seep into the way she carried herself. Instead she steps closer with languid confidence, nose wrinkling at the scent.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she asks, not exactly unfriendly, but definitely off-putting in the monotonous tone it was spoken.
With the issue settled, West didn't see any use in going to investigate, not interested in such matters. She wasn't doing anything important, per say--at least not in the middle of the night--but she also didn't want to wander off in the middle of the night. It wouldn't be a great idea, especially not in her condition, which she was still cursing herself for. One stupid mistake, a simple miscalculation, and she was stuck here for longer than she would have wanted.
But when day approaches, she ventures out towards the borders, mind numb and aching for something to occupy herself with. She was never one to be still for too long, her wound be damned. Each intake of breath, however, sent a spike of pain through her ribs, but she powered through. Her paws carried her through the snow, leaving tracks in her wake. Then she catches an odd smell hanging in the air and she stops.
It doesn't take long for the canine to spot the source, or at least, what she assumed was the source. She studies him from a distance, not allowing the wariness she felt to seep into the way she carried herself. Instead she steps closer with languid confidence, nose wrinkling at the scent.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she asks, not exactly unfriendly, but definitely off-putting in the monotonous tone it was spoken.