There was nothing better than full relief when she figured out there was more to the land than just mountains and desert. She had recalled seeing frosted greens when she stood upon the mountain while crossing through, but upon the desert, she didn’t know which way to proceed. The girl she had met had been a strange one, and Farra felt guilty for leaving her.
It was obvious that the girl wanted nothing to do with her, so she could only stand from the sidelines and hope that her family had been the way she had headed. Nevertheless, she had walked onwards, a dauntless journey surely. She had come up to a river and rested for the night. Upon waking, she had followed it.
A rabbit hung loosely from her jaws, one caught miraculously of the same specie the desert female had caught. It was thinner, more built for speed and stamina than the rabbits she was used to back home, those were plump and while they were also excellent hunters, they nearly were always near their burrow.
This one had been unfortunate, however. Farra was large, but that did not mean she wasn’t fast; her fur color did aid her upon the sandy terrain as well. But she was no longer upon it, now the frosted over grass welcomed her, a mixture of sleet and dew shimmered across the land before her. For a moment, the woman paused, scanning the area. It smelled of many different wolves, but no scent was stronger than the rabbit that hung from her mouth.
She continued forwards.
Jul 08, 2018 07:52 PM
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