Post by elija on Jul 26, 2013 2:04:27 GMT 10
It was the smell of trees that attracted her—the smells of breathing bark, coarse brown shells, and leafy hair. Still under the tyranny of the indiscriminant sun, most of the green had crisped and fallen to the ground, making it both impossible to sneak, but also creating wonderful material to build a den with bedding. Further in, past the thickets, holes, and range of coyote, the light itself grew scarcer and a cold lingered from the dead of spring she looked around, smiling. Deer wandered somewhere in the distance; she could hear their hooves but she could not see them. Birds nested in between leaf litter and bramble strewn about the trees, but they camouflaged well. In the darkened lighting of these halls held together by the granite angel oak, pushing its canopy onto the sky as if it held it up, the she-wolf found herself in awe. The trees covered her as they covered every other animal in the dull, thick heat. But more than that, hardly any other wolfish scents pushed in on her. Satisfied with her new find, she began to make her way to a glade, where she would keep her pack… if one came.
Pushing the negativity from her mind, she went from the glade and put her scent upon each tree, clawing some where she thought It best to scare folk; these trees were early stripped of their bark as she dug her claws into them, realizing that most of them were dead and that she had not trimmed her claws since…. Pushing it yet again from her mind, she continued on until she reached the break of her forest, where smaller trees grew upon plains, threatening to overtake them with shade—something she thought they desperately needed. Returning to the shelter of the shade, within the deeper cool of the forest, perhaps under an Angel Oak? Those thoughts eased her mind, and she would have loved to sleep under one, if they did not expose her so. She stopped and crouched to think. Animals that often give themselves away are feared or thought stupid. Her thoughts turned to things such as the poison dart frog, porcupine, or other such brave animals would expose themselves almost unnecessarily. She stood up, beginning to pant.
How about a meal? she dug around for a while around some holes hoping that a some rodent mind be trapped inside so that she could wrap her thirsting jowls around it and crush it so that it’s life spilled onto her tongue and down her throat. She smiled. Suddenly something moved from under paw, slipping past her. No thoughts slipped her through her mind, only action. She flipped around, paws slapping the ground and scooping at the same time, throwing razor leaves into the air until the vole itself flew. She snapped her jaws into the vole, snapping its neck and spine before she could even lock her jaws around it properly. She thrashed around, throwing her meal into the air and standing on her hind legs to catch it, playing as hard as she could to get it out of her system.
When she finished, and sat herself down, unsure of where the glade was from where she started, she ate and cooled off under an Angel oak. Peeling off the flesh from the carcass, a thought crossed her mind; what if no one comes? She closed her mouth, licking the back-side of her teeth to peel off any flesh that might have stuck in between her fangs. She began to tear the fat from the bone, not bothering to chew but swallowing it whole until it was simply a pile of fur, unreachable meat, and bones. She stood up, a faraway look in her eye slowly zooming back into perspective. “If no one comes, then I am still the lonely master of these lands.”
She looked upon her angel oak and urinated at its base so that her smell owned the tree. Not daring to hurt this tree with her claws, she simply raised her head upright and released a long howl, a song of triumph, and vulnerability. Wolves only howled upon such territory if they had the numbers to defend them, and she had none. She wondered whether such would go unnoticed.
Pushing the negativity from her mind, she went from the glade and put her scent upon each tree, clawing some where she thought It best to scare folk; these trees were early stripped of their bark as she dug her claws into them, realizing that most of them were dead and that she had not trimmed her claws since…. Pushing it yet again from her mind, she continued on until she reached the break of her forest, where smaller trees grew upon plains, threatening to overtake them with shade—something she thought they desperately needed. Returning to the shelter of the shade, within the deeper cool of the forest, perhaps under an Angel Oak? Those thoughts eased her mind, and she would have loved to sleep under one, if they did not expose her so. She stopped and crouched to think. Animals that often give themselves away are feared or thought stupid. Her thoughts turned to things such as the poison dart frog, porcupine, or other such brave animals would expose themselves almost unnecessarily. She stood up, beginning to pant.
How about a meal? she dug around for a while around some holes hoping that a some rodent mind be trapped inside so that she could wrap her thirsting jowls around it and crush it so that it’s life spilled onto her tongue and down her throat. She smiled. Suddenly something moved from under paw, slipping past her. No thoughts slipped her through her mind, only action. She flipped around, paws slapping the ground and scooping at the same time, throwing razor leaves into the air until the vole itself flew. She snapped her jaws into the vole, snapping its neck and spine before she could even lock her jaws around it properly. She thrashed around, throwing her meal into the air and standing on her hind legs to catch it, playing as hard as she could to get it out of her system.
When she finished, and sat herself down, unsure of where the glade was from where she started, she ate and cooled off under an Angel oak. Peeling off the flesh from the carcass, a thought crossed her mind; what if no one comes? She closed her mouth, licking the back-side of her teeth to peel off any flesh that might have stuck in between her fangs. She began to tear the fat from the bone, not bothering to chew but swallowing it whole until it was simply a pile of fur, unreachable meat, and bones. She stood up, a faraway look in her eye slowly zooming back into perspective. “If no one comes, then I am still the lonely master of these lands.”
She looked upon her angel oak and urinated at its base so that her smell owned the tree. Not daring to hurt this tree with her claws, she simply raised her head upright and released a long howl, a song of triumph, and vulnerability. Wolves only howled upon such territory if they had the numbers to defend them, and she had none. She wondered whether such would go unnoticed.
We will see.