The storm wasn’t kind, falling endlessly all night and into the morning’s hours. The sun indeed rose, but its vibrant rays didn’t quite get to break through the barricade of Smokey clouds. Siberia lied beneath a hefty tree for majority of the night, following Damien in until a dry enough spot caught her attention. Luckily, the rain had ceased. Though the overcast was heavy, at least the air was void of droplets.
The blonde woman hauled her frame to her fours, a brisk shake of her coat to dry it and release any clumped in debris. Glancing around, she saw no one. The brown bear had vanished into the night prior - and since, she had yet to find another soul. Honestly, she was lost. Not knowing the name of the place she stood, or even the family that staked their claim to it.
Twitching her ear, thinking of all things she didnt know. A faint, lopsided frown curved onto her blackened lips. She was already a bad guest. Poor girl.
Walking stealing down a sloped hill, she soon saw the heart of their land. A lake. Gorgeously striking, even with the murky clouds blocking away the sun. It still came off so… appealing, tranquil - even.
Continuing downward, delicately sized paws overstepped puddles of mud and patches of soaked, dead leaves. Autumn was not the most cozy of seasons, but it still seemed quite remarkable in a landscape such as this one.
Submerging dingy paws to clean them, and taking in a much needed fill of water. Silver eyes admired the towers of mountains the scaled along the outer rings of the territory. It was a fairytale, really.
May 06, 2018 07:52 PM
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