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 Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 7:47 pm
One visitor in over seven moons, at this rate she would going to end up having to try and befriend the big cats to the south. The thought was not an appealing one and her hackles raised. Still she preferred the blistering heat, lack of water, and the primitive harsh conditions that would have killed most wolves. The forest and jungle were not to her liking, she felt drowned by the green and wet and snow.
Her eyes narrowed and she slunk from her dry earth den, the towering structure looked more like a home for termites then any wolf, but it was hers. She inhaled the air drying her wet nose instantly, but she felt it, another of her kind neared. In the distance the shape wavered like a mirage...perhaps it was. She shrugged and sat down her coat instantly heating up under the unrelenting sun.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 8:09 pm
If any words coulds be used to describe Ravia's pace it was dogged. Pace after pace, stride after stride, mile after mile. She had been in the desert for days - with no other moisture than what dew she could lick off of her own fur in the mornings and certainly nothing to eat, but that was not going to stop her, not now. It was stupid, really, being out in the sun like this... but she didn't want to stop - not yet. When she stopped her hunger and thirst began to tear at her, as well as that ever-present niggling doubt and worry that she was going to fail.
The pied female's pale blue eyes squinted against the sun, seeing nothing but sand. It wasn't until she was considerably closer that she made out a wolfish shape. A desert mirage? It didn't shimmer on the horizon - but what then? Another wolf, out here? Surely not...
"Allu?" she barked roughly - it wouldn't be the first time she'd tried to talk to a mirage.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 8:17 pm
Another black and white wolf, it was a miracle the poor things didn't dry, and this one a female. For a moment she wondered if it was the missing mate of the male she had met so many moons ago. But no she didn't seem to fit the description, she looked like she had been walking without rest, food, or water.
Zira moved closer her stride confident, this was her element and she feared no wolf she met out in this heat, most would pass out before they even dreamed to attack her. "Hello, I am Zira...what brings you so far into the desert...you look like you haven't stopped in days..." Clever yellow orange eyes narrowed as she examined the female and tilted her head curiously.
"Come into the shade..." She offered and turned to lead the female into the slightly cooler area where her den provided shade.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:50 pm
Not a mirage then. Good. Those garbled words though - Northern? She still wasn't so good at that rough, clunky tongue. Still, the lack of violence and posturing was enough to calm Ravia, but not entirely - and although she had not understood all of the words she got the jist of what the sandy-pelted was saying. Inside... shade.
Ravia paused, trying to clear her mind - she didn't want to stop but here she was with an offer of shade in this blistering heat. It felt bad to stop, true, but going on wasn't feeling so great either. She was stupid to have come this far, kept going through this sun despite the obvious needs of her body and it was her body which compelled her forward.
She followed, feeling the soft silky touch of the shadows - it wasn't much cooler here but it was enough. "I am Ravia" she said, trying to articulate the words correctly "Thank You".
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 5:11 pm
Zira eyed the female a long moment before she turned and slipped inside the den. She returned and dropped a small hard fruit infront of her.
"Ravia, your not from around here...I'm Zira."
She nosed the fruit closer "You should eat this, it has some water inside, might help. Why have you come so far without rest, you could die out here...others have."
She looked at the other female with open curiosity.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 6:13 pm
Ravia's nose picked at the scent of the fruit in front of her but she wasn't sure she knew what it was. She was not a huge fan of fruit, in general, though she had scoffed some when hunger prevailed between kills but the thought of water...
Still, she was in the den of a strange wolf, in a strange land. "I am not from this place, no, Zira" she answered the unspoken question without offering more, out of habit. "What is this fruit, what plant?" her nose lowered and prodded at the fruit in front of her, teeth lightly teasing the edges of it, as if to guage the thickness of its covering.
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