Vienna trotted along at a quick pace, her gait holding no bounce or purpose as she traveled. Her cinnamon coat was unkempt and slightly dirty from many days of moving, all tangles and windswept fur. She had no desire to clean it just yet. I have to keep going. Having not noticed the terrain she was in, Vienna focused on willing her tired muscles to continue on in search of home. What home was, Vienna had no clue anymore. At the moment, it meant somewhere with food. While it was only Autumn, she had been a little limited on food resources along the way here. Not that it wasn’t a common occurrence for her.
Annoyed at her thickening pelt and the cooling weather, not to mention her hungry body, Vienna picked up the pace. It became almost feverish as she full our sprinted blindly forward, vaguely aware of the soft rain sticking to her fur as she went. It felt like an endless cycle now. Walking, running, hunting, resting. Over and over she had preformed those same actions in the past several months of her young life. With the kind of anger only brought forth by those at their highest point of frustration, she pushed on, oblivious to the world around her.
OOC: Pardon her, she’s been through stuff. A wolf she could crash into (hypothetically) would be appreciated!
Count: 213 words (short, but a starter.)
May 08, 2018 10:23 PM
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