The dark maned wolf yawned as she lounged near a wateringhole in the dubbed 'rogue lands', the lands claimed by no pride or pack. Her long ears flicked to and fro to catch the wind, and deep inside, her heart beat strong, its rythmn thrumming through her veigns. Her paws twitched lightly in their ribbon-wrapped markings, but she made no move to rise, not yet. The dance called to Tuta, and soon it would be time to move on, but now was the resting time, the silence before the motion.
Green eyes slitted nearly shut as she sighed again, feeling sleep try to lure her away into darkness and stillness. No, she didn't want that... the dance would pass her by if she slept now. There was a time for sleep, but that time was not now. Now was the time for dance!
A smile curved over her maw as she yawned gently, the fluff of her tail thumping happily against the rock she layed on.
