Post by Reuben on Dec 15, 2018 13:00:11 GMT -6
Inessa (ISSa)
A diluted cream paw set afoot into the frozen field. The movement was restless yet definite, and upon the sleek black pads of the digits being met with the fresh snow, another followed en-suite until the body of a sinewy red wolf stuck out among the field like a sore thumb. Inessa eyed the field skeptically though her heterochromatic gaze was avoid of any particular emotion. Her pelt, thick and condensed, had a light wash of snow. Her tall audits swiveled atop her crania as she deftly moved forward a few inches. Then a few more. Then another bunch. She kept moving until she had roamed into the heart of the field, which was adorned with frozen dead bodies of flowers she found herself yearning to see bloom. She'd never quite liked the winter. Everything looked so solemn, especially the empty field in which she stood within.
She thought for a moment of what her next move would be. Continue on until she stumbled upon another landmark? She'd already passed a few on her way here. And... she still has yet to figure out just what she's looking for. The Alpha to talk? A pack wolf for guidance? She wasn't quite sure. Issa shifted her weight with a heavy sigh as she turned her gaze skyward. Perhaps speaking to someone wouldn't be terrible. She's been devoid of any confrontation, good or bad, for weeks now. And while she's never been the type to whine about not having someone to hang with, she doesn't feel like wondering around like a lost pup anymore.
So, with a few seconds of hesitation, she threw her head back and released an eerie, melodic howl that rode the cold currents until her voice had died out and she was left to stand there, waiting for anything to happen.
She thought for a moment of what her next move would be. Continue on until she stumbled upon another landmark? She'd already passed a few on her way here. And... she still has yet to figure out just what she's looking for. The Alpha to talk? A pack wolf for guidance? She wasn't quite sure. Issa shifted her weight with a heavy sigh as she turned her gaze skyward. Perhaps speaking to someone wouldn't be terrible. She's been devoid of any confrontation, good or bad, for weeks now. And while she's never been the type to whine about not having someone to hang with, she doesn't feel like wondering around like a lost pup anymore.
So, with a few seconds of hesitation, she threw her head back and released an eerie, melodic howl that rode the cold currents until her voice had died out and she was left to stand there, waiting for anything to happen.