Date: Day 55, Fall, 515 AV – Morning
Location: Sea of Grass
Redd’s paws were soon becoming quite wet as they padded through the slightly wet ground that nourished the grass underneath them. Her coat brushed through the grass, which occasionally picked up random drops of leftover rain. While it would have made her shiver, it didn’t for her coat was thickening in preparation for the coming winter, the coming snow. The wolf paused for a brief moment in her steps and lifted her nose so then her single golden hue could watch the clouds move above her. Soon, the clouds above would form one big swarm of clouds to block out the sun and prevent it from casting shadows with its golden razes. The young wolf tilted her head to view her own shadow that flickered as the grass gently ruffled with the wind. She had grown used to her own shadow being the only one to accompany her through her lonely days as a slave, what would she do when the snows came? She would have to rely upon the light cast from flames in order to feel as though she wasn’t the only one, to feel as if she wasn’t out of place with the rest of the world. Her own shadow, was her own friend, even if it was only a shadow of her own being.
A rush of air was breathed through the wolf’s nose only for her to draw in a deep breath to smell her surroundings. Fresh, the air around her smelled fresh and alive, not like the air of Sahova, it had been tainted with death. The air here, it smelled fresh, alive with beating hearts. It smelled of the damp earth and crisp grass. While the rain washed away tracks and scents, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t track using those methods after the rain had gone. No, the crisp air made it even easier to find new scents, for the air was so crisp and so clean. Not to mention that the softened ground would out-line fresh marks easily, the trick was to find them. Redd's nose dropped to the ground while her paws carried her forwards. Her ears flickered to and fro as they listened for any new sounds, sounds that would give away her next prey. After all, she was on a hunting trip to make herself some mizas. Now that she was free, she could make some mizas for herself, so then she could live, live and be free.
Over-head, the clouds moved along the plains shadowing the Sea of Grass until it moved along and the sun poked through once again. The wind continued to ruffle her slowly thickening coat and it was only then that she realized something. Her ears perked forwards and her head shot up to view her surroundings, she was just as visible as anything else was amongst the grass. While her coat may blend in some what with the grass; should anyone be so stupid to over-look the red patch amongst the green, she was still visible. A growl rose within to rumble through her form, she was very displeased at this fact, it was something that she should have realised when she first arrived in Endrykas. The wolf would probably be better off if the snow did fall right then and there, so then it would provide her with some patchy cover. Unfortunately, as she looked to the sky, it would not be today. At least she had the company of her shadow, the snow would take that away from her soon. A frustrated growl rose from the wolf and she moved forwards once more, hoping that her hunt would take her mind off of those troubling matters.
After she had wandered for a bell through the grass, drawing in the many scents and watching for any tracks, the young wolf was finally given a hint as to where her prey might very well be. A fresh print in the ground, the grass had been crushed into the damp earth by the print itself. However, the print made Redd stop and examine the print. It wasn’t a deer print that she was used to, no, but it did indeed look similar to one. The wolf angled her head to the left while her single golden eye viewed the out line of the print. Indeed it wasn’t as slim and long like a deer’s print, it was shorter and fatter to say in the least. It was as if an animal took the print of a deer and squished it to resemble something different. Had she stumbled upon a different prey? One that she had no knowledge of? Both of her ears pricked forwards and her gaze moved along the ground to follow the prints. Her nose caught the scent of her prey, however it was feint and the wolf knew that she would have to move quickly in order to catch it. She didn’t want it pulling a stunt that the rabbits did and hide in a hole. Even though the wolf could tell by the print that it was much larger than a rabbit.
Word Count853
Location: Sea of Grass
Redd’s paws were soon becoming quite wet as they padded through the slightly wet ground that nourished the grass underneath them. Her coat brushed through the grass, which occasionally picked up random drops of leftover rain. While it would have made her shiver, it didn’t for her coat was thickening in preparation for the coming winter, the coming snow. The wolf paused for a brief moment in her steps and lifted her nose so then her single golden hue could watch the clouds move above her. Soon, the clouds above would form one big swarm of clouds to block out the sun and prevent it from casting shadows with its golden razes. The young wolf tilted her head to view her own shadow that flickered as the grass gently ruffled with the wind. She had grown used to her own shadow being the only one to accompany her through her lonely days as a slave, what would she do when the snows came? She would have to rely upon the light cast from flames in order to feel as though she wasn’t the only one, to feel as if she wasn’t out of place with the rest of the world. Her own shadow, was her own friend, even if it was only a shadow of her own being.
A rush of air was breathed through the wolf’s nose only for her to draw in a deep breath to smell her surroundings. Fresh, the air around her smelled fresh and alive, not like the air of Sahova, it had been tainted with death. The air here, it smelled fresh, alive with beating hearts. It smelled of the damp earth and crisp grass. While the rain washed away tracks and scents, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t track using those methods after the rain had gone. No, the crisp air made it even easier to find new scents, for the air was so crisp and so clean. Not to mention that the softened ground would out-line fresh marks easily, the trick was to find them. Redd's nose dropped to the ground while her paws carried her forwards. Her ears flickered to and fro as they listened for any new sounds, sounds that would give away her next prey. After all, she was on a hunting trip to make herself some mizas. Now that she was free, she could make some mizas for herself, so then she could live, live and be free.
Over-head, the clouds moved along the plains shadowing the Sea of Grass until it moved along and the sun poked through once again. The wind continued to ruffle her slowly thickening coat and it was only then that she realized something. Her ears perked forwards and her head shot up to view her surroundings, she was just as visible as anything else was amongst the grass. While her coat may blend in some what with the grass; should anyone be so stupid to over-look the red patch amongst the green, she was still visible. A growl rose within to rumble through her form, she was very displeased at this fact, it was something that she should have realised when she first arrived in Endrykas. The wolf would probably be better off if the snow did fall right then and there, so then it would provide her with some patchy cover. Unfortunately, as she looked to the sky, it would not be today. At least she had the company of her shadow, the snow would take that away from her soon. A frustrated growl rose from the wolf and she moved forwards once more, hoping that her hunt would take her mind off of those troubling matters.
After she had wandered for a bell through the grass, drawing in the many scents and watching for any tracks, the young wolf was finally given a hint as to where her prey might very well be. A fresh print in the ground, the grass had been crushed into the damp earth by the print itself. However, the print made Redd stop and examine the print. It wasn’t a deer print that she was used to, no, but it did indeed look similar to one. The wolf angled her head to the left while her single golden eye viewed the out line of the print. Indeed it wasn’t as slim and long like a deer’s print, it was shorter and fatter to say in the least. It was as if an animal took the print of a deer and squished it to resemble something different. Had she stumbled upon a different prey? One that she had no knowledge of? Both of her ears pricked forwards and her gaze moved along the ground to follow the prints. Her nose caught the scent of her prey, however it was feint and the wolf knew that she would have to move quickly in order to catch it. She didn’t want it pulling a stunt that the rabbits did and hide in a hole. Even though the wolf could tell by the print that it was much larger than a rabbit.
Word Count853
