Arcana had been traveling for days without encountering another of her species. She couldn’t remember precisely how long it had been since she left her family in the north, and she couldn’t help but wonder how they were doing without her. She had left in the early hours, slipping into the great big dusk without a word. Would her pack be looking for her? Would they even mind that she was gone? Probably not—mercy, how painfully catatonic that bunch was. As far as she was concerned, and however long it had been, she was better off without them.
Her thoughts were spilling about with very little to be said for rhyme and reason when Arc finally decided to take a pause. A distraction was in order. Something to get her mind off her past. A hunt.
The young wolf, well-suited for woodland camouflage, stopped where she was and dropped straight on top of her haunches. In marshlands such as this, her greatest advantage came from a low profile. Nearer to the ground, she listened. Certainly a vibrant ecosystem such as this would be abuzz with hunting opportunity.
She waited, no more than a drumlin silhouette on the edge of the marsh, for her dinner to stir.
Jan 13, 2019 12:35 PM
[ ignore ]