She couldn’t find Adonai.
She searched for his scent and while she had found traces of it, it was extremely old. Where could he have gone? Why didn’t he tell her before he left? Well, no one ever spoke about him so it must have been recent or maybe they didn’t care. No. Both the scent and the fact that everyone cared about each other in the Sanctuary was old news to her. Ones she believed in. He would be back eventually, she knew, but she most likely wouldn’t be there to welcome him back. So she had to place her trust in the wolves she knew would tell him what happened. Nanook and Senna.
They were almost always found together or near each other and instead of looking for either of them separately, she settled on the fact that it would be much easier for them to come together. A soft sigh fled her lips as she sat outside of the Hollow, her tail wrapped around her paws as she looked forward to the hills and the pass that transversed along them. She took a photograph in her mind. She would miss this place, and when she came back, she wondered if it would be as beautiful as she imagined. She had only ever seen this place stationed in the plain, old color of pristine white.
It was now or never, she presumed, and she dipped her head back to release a long howl, a beckoning call to the two. But would they answer?
Sep 23, 2017 06:51 PM
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