11-08-2019, 12:16 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]It had been a long time since Moth had been out of the territory of Tanglewood, the last time being to take an impromptu adventure to the Typhoon, and although she hadn't any issues with it there, she had been afraid to go back out, ever since she had been attacked by Trojan, she had kept to herself in her own group, where she wouldn't have to worry too much about being attacked somewhere. Of course, she had been attacked by the border in Tanglewood, but now-a-days she simply stayed away from the border unless she knew someone was there, especially with her small size.
Today was an exception though. She had decided to go out of her way to leave the territory of Tanglewood and go on a search for different herbs, in the hopes that there were some out here that they didn't already have - which was likely, she believed the only ones they had at home were ones that could be found in the dense swamp as well as a few of the odd ones that they had been gifted long ago and simply planted to keep up to date on them - but there was probably still more they could use, especially with the big raid on the Pitt happening, and the winter coming so soon after. She wished that there could have been a different time they did this, but she couldn't put a hold on things the Pitt did, and they likely did things when it was winter for others just to harden the other group's forces in an attempt to make them weaker. She didn't like the idea, but she'd have to live with it.
Moth had been wandering for a while when she heard the snap of jaws, and the squabbling of birds. Ears pricked and jaw opened to take in the sounds and the scents around her, in an attempt to pinpoint where, exactly, all of this was coming from, until the slightly familiar scent of someone washed over her. She didn't remember where the scent had come from - there had been too many as of late - but they didn't smell of any of the groups. Pushing forward, the orange striped feline would follow the scent until she came upon the other, and ears pricked once more. She hadn't expected to run into the wolf any time soon, especially since after last time they had met, Olalla had seemed to want to go off on their own and forge their own group.
"Hello?" Moth would speak at first, taking a step into the open, but ready to bolt if she needed to, just in case this wasn't the wolf she thought it was. "You're Olalla, right?" She knew she looked different than the last time they met, and knew that, if anything Olalla would likely only recognize the scent of Tanglewood, but due to her sudden cat form instead of the leopard she had been, it'd be likely that they didn't remember her name.
Today was an exception though. She had decided to go out of her way to leave the territory of Tanglewood and go on a search for different herbs, in the hopes that there were some out here that they didn't already have - which was likely, she believed the only ones they had at home were ones that could be found in the dense swamp as well as a few of the odd ones that they had been gifted long ago and simply planted to keep up to date on them - but there was probably still more they could use, especially with the big raid on the Pitt happening, and the winter coming so soon after. She wished that there could have been a different time they did this, but she couldn't put a hold on things the Pitt did, and they likely did things when it was winter for others just to harden the other group's forces in an attempt to make them weaker. She didn't like the idea, but she'd have to live with it.
Moth had been wandering for a while when she heard the snap of jaws, and the squabbling of birds. Ears pricked and jaw opened to take in the sounds and the scents around her, in an attempt to pinpoint where, exactly, all of this was coming from, until the slightly familiar scent of someone washed over her. She didn't remember where the scent had come from - there had been too many as of late - but they didn't smell of any of the groups. Pushing forward, the orange striped feline would follow the scent until she came upon the other, and ears pricked once more. She hadn't expected to run into the wolf any time soon, especially since after last time they had met, Olalla had seemed to want to go off on their own and forge their own group.
"Hello?" Moth would speak at first, taking a step into the open, but ready to bolt if she needed to, just in case this wasn't the wolf she thought it was. "You're Olalla, right?" She knew she looked different than the last time they met, and knew that, if anything Olalla would likely only recognize the scent of Tanglewood, but due to her sudden cat form instead of the leopard she had been, it'd be likely that they didn't remember her name.