Moving On
Nov 17, 2015 7:29:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 7:29:30 GMT -5
It was an unusually calm, bright and sunny day as Mesec trotted through the snow, the crunch, crunch of his paw steps following along. It had been some months now since he and Mist had become separated, and he still thought of her times, although much less than when their separation was clear in his mind. He had followed her trail, but her scent washed away over time and eventually he was left hoping he was moving in the right direction. As weeks turned into months of aimless wandering here and there, Mesec stumbled upon her scent, mixed in with that of many other wolves. He knew he must have reached the edge of her pack's territory where she must have returned to after the incident. As he stood at the invisible border, he found he was not able to go any further. He had been tracking her for months now, and yet now when he had made headway he found he no longer wanted to confront her. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe the time separating then and now. He stood there for a while, just gazing solemnly across the expanse of grass, before turning away and once again following the pull he had abandoned for this quest.
Mesec drew near to the Amoux Creek that snaked its way across the valley, its edges crusty with ice. Although the river itself was running, it was slower as it had to bypass patches of ice that had formed where friction was highest. Most water sources in the valley had frozen over, making it more difficult to find a reliable water source. He was, needless to say, excited to see the river was still running despite the sub-zero temperatures. Paws sinking into the boggy, frosty soil around the river's edge, Mesec lowered his muzzle to lap up the water. It was cold, and bit into his mouth and throat as it went down. It was unpleasant, but he had no better option; it was this, or hold out 'til who knows when.
Mesec drew near to the Amoux Creek that snaked its way across the valley, its edges crusty with ice. Although the river itself was running, it was slower as it had to bypass patches of ice that had formed where friction was highest. Most water sources in the valley had frozen over, making it more difficult to find a reliable water source. He was, needless to say, excited to see the river was still running despite the sub-zero temperatures. Paws sinking into the boggy, frosty soil around the river's edge, Mesec lowered his muzzle to lap up the water. It was cold, and bit into his mouth and throat as it went down. It was unpleasant, but he had no better option; it was this, or hold out 'til who knows when.