✮ErInJaN✮
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Post by ✮ErInJaN✮ on Feb 17, 2011 18:35:28 GMT -5
Galaryn watched the leaves rustle as the wind blew through them. Every little noise made her body tense and attentive. She picked her way through the trees and leaves, trying to make as little sound as possible. She didnt know who might be following, who might pick up her scent. She was sure she was far enough away that the others wouldnt follow. . . At least she thought she was sure. But the nagging thought in the back of her mind was that maybe they would always keep searching. She hoped not. A teeny movement caught her sharp hazel eye. She froze. As she focused, she became hopeful. The wolf statue suddenly sprang up into the air and landed with two paws on top of a stunned mouse. She snapped it up. The morsel was less than filling, but it would do. She continued on through the dark trees and came into a small clearing. The cricket chorus was so reassuring. this was a quiet place, but also lonely. Galaryn found a place, with her back against a rock and her face toward the clearing. The wind blew her fur and made her eyes dry. She blinked to wet them, but a single tear welled out onto her face. It was not a proper tear, not made out of emotion, but its presence reminded her of how sad and lonely she really was. She let out a great sigh. Suddenly she noticed the clearing was filled with points of light. Fireflys. Galaryn wrapped her tail around her face, the way she always did back home, where it was quite cold. She would rest now, with the fireflies for company, but tomorrow, she would continue to flee. As she fell asleep, she wondered. Where was home now?
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✮ErInJaN✮
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Post by ✮ErInJaN✮ on Feb 24, 2011 0:26:59 GMT -5
Casanova was sure this was Galaryn's trail. It was days old, but he was still confident that his nose was leading him in the right direction. He kept at a trot with his nose to the ground, sometimes breaking into a wolf lope. He had been trailing her most all winter. Man, was that she-wolf fast! He had not been able to catch up, despite his sometimes continuing to travel through the night. The dimming light told him night was coming now. He contemplated whether he should keep going or stop for a while to rest and hunt. A little farther would'nt hurt. Since he had started out after her, Casanova had been rehearsing what he was going to say to Galaryn. He had, after all, been the reason for her banishment. It had been no fault of her own. He felt a hint of guilt. It was he who had noticed the shy female, Keeping silent and day dreaming and . . . smelling good. Casanova blamed his hormones. Surely she would overlook all that. The way her trail went, it seemed she never stopped. If she went without moving for just a day or two, thought Casanova, I could gain some ground. Perhaps she thought the rest of the pack were still pursuing her. Japha and her possy had come back several hours later, none able to keep up with Galaryn. An annoyed look came over his face as he thought of Japha. A true bitch, he said to himself. Although winter was not yet over, there seemed very little snow around this place. The wolf was happy, as scents were a million times harder to trace in the snow. It was dark now. Casanova had come into a clearing. He caught faint remnants of Galaryn. More in one particular spot, near a rock. He was startled by a flash in the corner of his eye. He turned. It was only a few lightning bugs. The black wolf was invisible ,except for his shining white forepaws, as he circled the clearing to decide where to start from the next morning. He caught a faint trace on the east side. He was satisfied so he sat then eased himself to the ground. Tomorrow, he thought as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow.
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