The Worst is Yet to Come
Jun 8, 2014 14:47:09 GMT -5
Post by Gyllbane on Jun 8, 2014 14:47:09 GMT -5
It was unusually chilly, for an early autumn evening - normally the days were still pretty warm, but today had been a stark reminder that yes, in fact, winter was coming, and it was coming altogether too soon for Opossum's liking.
She'd spent a winter alone before - well, not alone, exactly, because there were a couple others scrounging for scraps and using the abandoned packlands as a temporary home, but they had all minded their own business and scattered once the spring came, the gray-white female included. She had hated it. She was used to living off of scraps and carrion, not being a particularly good hunter, but trying to eat stuff that had been frozen solid only made her long for fresh meat more.
Now, with winter coming back around again, she was starting to wonder if living alone was really worth living alone in winter. She'd lived in the Valley long enough to have heard about both evil packs - the idea of asking Ilana for a home sent her self-preservation instincts into overdrive. There was something not right about her, and Opossum did not intend to ever get close enough to her to find out what it was.
Perjury, however, seemed a bit less eager to sever wolves' heads from their bodies, and so Opossum had weighed the options - did she want to spend another winter living off of frozen scraps, or did she want to join a pack and risk other wolves?
The cold that day was enough to get to her, though, so she'd sought out the border of Frigid Plague. She'd eaten caribou earlier that day that may have been a bit more rancid than usual; she almost wished she hadn't made the decision to rub herself up against it after, but the smell had been too interesting to just leave there. That was one of the many reasons why Opossum preferred to live alone - smells that drove other wolves away interested and excited her, and she would always find a way to hold onto them. That way usually involved rolling in them, much to many others' dismay.
She found the scent that marked the border and resisted the urge to roll in that - she figured she could save the whole covering-herself-in-pack-smells thing for after she met with Perjury, and hopefully didn't come out any worse for the wear. She braced herself, going over her options one last time, and let out a short scratchy howl, wanting to catch the Alpha's attention but not wanting to draw any undue attention to herself from others that may have been nearby.
She'd spent a winter alone before - well, not alone, exactly, because there were a couple others scrounging for scraps and using the abandoned packlands as a temporary home, but they had all minded their own business and scattered once the spring came, the gray-white female included. She had hated it. She was used to living off of scraps and carrion, not being a particularly good hunter, but trying to eat stuff that had been frozen solid only made her long for fresh meat more.
Now, with winter coming back around again, she was starting to wonder if living alone was really worth living alone in winter. She'd lived in the Valley long enough to have heard about both evil packs - the idea of asking Ilana for a home sent her self-preservation instincts into overdrive. There was something not right about her, and Opossum did not intend to ever get close enough to her to find out what it was.
Perjury, however, seemed a bit less eager to sever wolves' heads from their bodies, and so Opossum had weighed the options - did she want to spend another winter living off of frozen scraps, or did she want to join a pack and risk other wolves?
The cold that day was enough to get to her, though, so she'd sought out the border of Frigid Plague. She'd eaten caribou earlier that day that may have been a bit more rancid than usual; she almost wished she hadn't made the decision to rub herself up against it after, but the smell had been too interesting to just leave there. That was one of the many reasons why Opossum preferred to live alone - smells that drove other wolves away interested and excited her, and she would always find a way to hold onto them. That way usually involved rolling in them, much to many others' dismay.
She found the scent that marked the border and resisted the urge to roll in that - she figured she could save the whole covering-herself-in-pack-smells thing for after she met with Perjury, and hopefully didn't come out any worse for the wear. She braced herself, going over her options one last time, and let out a short scratchy howl, wanting to catch the Alpha's attention but not wanting to draw any undue attention to herself from others that may have been nearby.