Overhead, a star shot sky of deepest navy had begun to hemorrhage with black. The clouds, previously pregnant with condensation, had dispersed as so much vapor over the lake. This had revealed bare, celestial windows up into the clear heavens overhead. As a pale scythe blade of moon ascended the sky in her climb, two wolves below contrived together in pursuit of prey.
Sheyna led the way through the bowers of verdure and vines. Her paws followed the game trail as she nosed her way deeper in. It smelled gloriously of damp earth in the swathe of willows. Many different varieties of smells were theirs for discernment. Stepping deftly, breathing deeply, Sheyna was aware of the quickening in her pulse. The moon devoured shadows of the glade arranged themselves into grey scale clarity as her night vision sharpened.
The deeper in they ventured, the more omnipresent the sound of running water became. Furrows of water bled into trenches, some into little pools. From here on out it would be impossible to keep their paws dry. She acknowledged Montauk with a bump of her flank against his.
For a moment, she was still as she gained her bearings. Nostrils flared, Sheyna snuffed at the bark of an obliging tree. Wispy vestiges of scent stuck to the woody trunk. Excitement smoldered in the she-wolf’s stout heart as the suggestion of potential prey was detected. Something of respectable size had urinated nearby and brushed against this tree- and not terribly long ago.
((omg Thank you, Madison! I feel the same about Montauk- love him! :) ))
Apr 13, 2018 02:53 AM
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