Pointless wander [open] Mar 7, 2010 19:41:14 GMT -5
Post by Akascha Ze'ev on Mar 7, 2010 19:41:14 GMT -5
A large mass of fur, muscle, and a tummy full of meat printed its paws in the sinking sand. The gray wolf's golden eyes stared out behind its pelt, onto the plains. This was not the place for her; it seemed scarce of anything, including water and food. This was not a lifestyle she could enjoy, but the sun's rays that differed from the shaded forest's of her new pack felt good upon her back and warmed her up to the core. Akascha, a wolf of pride and of the hunt, would never live here, but she could enjoy a few hours basking in the sun. She made sure to take note of everything, actually putting some attention on the area. Her brain memorized everything that could be used as a landmark, a sign, or even a marker of her way back. Forests were easy; the trees all looked different from each other, there were many things that stood out, and most importantly, she wouldn't die without water or food.
Here, the venatora felt out a of place. Even as she crossed the sandy wasteland, she couldn't quite make herself feel at home. The sky was too blue, the ground was too sandy, and grains of sand stuck everywhere like the way snow froze to her paw hairs. Although she hadn't spent much time there, she already knew for a fact that she wouldn't return very often. She saw one, maybe two possible hunting opportunities, which all died once she noticed they were the fast type, and the sweltering sun would drain her energy before she could catch up. Akascha, who had come to sunbathe, laid down, not far from the place she entered. In fact, she could clearly see her way out an would not have any trouble navigating. She didn't plan on staying for long, but instead hoped to be able to soak up enough sun for a year and leave.