As usual, her hunts for herbs brought her farther and farther from the places she was trying to become familiar with. But that was always the case. Back in the labyrinth, she had to travel far, sometimes for an entire day to find the herbs she was looking for. It would get easier over time, she was sure, once she began to remember where the plants were located. Or once she found them at all. But until then, she supposed she would have to wander aimlessly.
The expanse of the plains she traversed reminded her a lot of the meadow in which she’d found Dalus and Poet, only there was a salty quality to the air here. She realized what it was before long, the closer to the edge she came - the ocean. A friend of hers, though they hadn’t spoken in ages. Sometimes when she thought of it, she thought of Karevik, and of her birth pack, but those were happy memories. Unlike many others that came as reminders. Even so, she was trying to train herself not to sink into memories when they came. So when she saw the ocean, it was at first bittersweet - and then she brushed it away, and found herself enjoying the view instead. The smell. The sound.
Her paws continued to carry her after a while, her thoughts traveling to what kinds of herbs she could harvest from near the ocean, when she spotted the black blot near the edge. Josalyn barely thought of it, was tempted to even pass it by, before realizing that it was a wolf.
A wolf near the edge of the cliff. Dangerously so.
Her eyes widened as she paused, momentarily unsure of what to do. She was still really damn weird about talking to people. But what if the wolf was going to jump? Oh my god, she couldn’t afford to be traumatized more. The risk of failure hovered over her head as it always did. But she acted more out of instinct than thought at this point.
“H-Hey!” she called with worry, beginning a jog toward the wolf, and hoping desperately that they would not do something rash.
Jan 10, 2018 01:24 PM — Post #1
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