Post by zephyr on Mar 8, 2011 23:55:04 GMT -5
“Wake up!” Gavin yipped, pushing beneath her chin and scratching at her with the eagerness that only a pup could pull off, “Come on Momma, wake up.” But Matilda kept her eyes firmly closed and clung to the dream world that was quickly escaping from her mental grasp. She didn’t want to wake up, she didn’t want to open her eyes, because if she did then he would no longer be there and she’d be forced to once again acknowledge the loneliness that accompanied exile.
“Momma!” His voice echoed through her and a frustrated growl forced itself from her throat. Her eyes opened, pupils contracting as they met with the early morning light. She looked about for Gavin, sleepiness making her disregard the pointlessness of her search. She sighed in disappointment when she didn’t find him wriggling with excitement as he waited for her to rise. He was still being raised in his father’s pack, mourning the death of the bitch that killed his mother. Matilda cringed as she stood, carefully stretching out her legs. The old injury protested as she gingerly tested her right forepaw on the ground; it had been so long since it functioned properly but still she tried each morning, determined that one day she’d walk normally again. But today was not that day apparently; she limped a few feet to the stream that had babbled her to sleep the night before. Her teeth snapped forward, breaking the thin layer of ice that blocked her way to the cool water below.
Once her thirst was sated she raised her head and her dark brown eyes scoured the hills that rose before her. She had no destination, having been banished from the only place she wanted to be, so the direction she took wouldn’t matter. The former beta sighed as she tromped across the land, skirting around the numerous patches of snow that still covered the ground. As she walked the cold wind brushed through her gray fur, causing her to shiver and curse silently at the winter. She gave no thought to other wolves, as she’d seen no sign of them in the long months that she’d been traveling.
“Momma!” His voice echoed through her and a frustrated growl forced itself from her throat. Her eyes opened, pupils contracting as they met with the early morning light. She looked about for Gavin, sleepiness making her disregard the pointlessness of her search. She sighed in disappointment when she didn’t find him wriggling with excitement as he waited for her to rise. He was still being raised in his father’s pack, mourning the death of the bitch that killed his mother. Matilda cringed as she stood, carefully stretching out her legs. The old injury protested as she gingerly tested her right forepaw on the ground; it had been so long since it functioned properly but still she tried each morning, determined that one day she’d walk normally again. But today was not that day apparently; she limped a few feet to the stream that had babbled her to sleep the night before. Her teeth snapped forward, breaking the thin layer of ice that blocked her way to the cool water below.
Once her thirst was sated she raised her head and her dark brown eyes scoured the hills that rose before her. She had no destination, having been banished from the only place she wanted to be, so the direction she took wouldn’t matter. The former beta sighed as she tromped across the land, skirting around the numerous patches of snow that still covered the ground. As she walked the cold wind brushed through her gray fur, causing her to shiver and curse silently at the winter. She gave no thought to other wolves, as she’d seen no sign of them in the long months that she’d been traveling.