Post by chiru on Oct 18, 2006 17:48:58 GMT -5
One-with-wolves sighed as she went through the darkened streets of London, Kisho on one side, Kimi on the other. She knew that she'd gone very far from her homeland. Japan... She missed the lands of her people sorely. But, encouraged by a pack off the High-Hills Clan, she'd gone here, so very far away. She'd come to meet Blacktounge. Blacktounge was a pack leader from here, the High-Hills Clan.
He was one of the leaders, anyway, and One-with-wolves had come of her own free will, to meet the Clan. Kisho, the large black wolf that stood beside her, growled impatiently. He was clearly bored. Kimi was more patient. She merely asked One-with-wolves' mind how many moons until the arrived at the High Hills. She only shrugged, her grin rather wolfish. "She doesn't exactly know. She can only follow the directions until she's found it." Kisho gave a loud snort.
One-with-wolves only kept walking, not letting Kisho's doubt get to her. Maybe the directions had been a little too vauge. Maybe she was lost... She shook her head, and let her graceful lope continue on down the street. Ragged, child-like, her appearance would lead someone to believe she was only a girl of sixteen or so. She hummed an old hymn as she continued her journey, a very discontented Kisho, and a slowly less patient Kimi in tow not long behind, sniffing around for the scent of other wolves. Would they be there soon?
He was one of the leaders, anyway, and One-with-wolves had come of her own free will, to meet the Clan. Kisho, the large black wolf that stood beside her, growled impatiently. He was clearly bored. Kimi was more patient. She merely asked One-with-wolves' mind how many moons until the arrived at the High Hills. She only shrugged, her grin rather wolfish. "She doesn't exactly know. She can only follow the directions until she's found it." Kisho gave a loud snort.
One-with-wolves only kept walking, not letting Kisho's doubt get to her. Maybe the directions had been a little too vauge. Maybe she was lost... She shook her head, and let her graceful lope continue on down the street. Ragged, child-like, her appearance would lead someone to believe she was only a girl of sixteen or so. She hummed an old hymn as she continued her journey, a very discontented Kisho, and a slowly less patient Kimi in tow not long behind, sniffing around for the scent of other wolves. Would they be there soon?