From the Ashes
Ash picked a scent on the breeze, this time particularly close. She tensed and wheeled around on her hind paws, spotting a male by the lake's shore. Too far away to see him clearly, but the wind told her it was definitely a wolf. Good thing she was downwind, he probably couldn't recognize her as an intruder. She thought that she saw Beck look at her, but he didn't seem to care. She shrugged it off and carried on her way, her head lowered in between her shoulders. She glanced behind her, getting paranoid that something was following her, but that was probably because she was so far into the pack's territory by now. She shook out her fur and her ears swiveled around to listen for anything, just in case, but again she heard nothing that posed a potential threat. Her eyes felt a bit heavy, and she saw a rock in the sun that was tempting to bask on, but she didn't dare to sleep here. She wasn't that stupid. And for the first time in a long time, she felt something; boredom and even a bit hyper. The same boredom and hype that had took her when she was an adolescent, which drove her to do crazy things. She enjoyed being by herself, and even when she was just walking around like this she was never really bored. She remembered how fun it was to mess with other wolves, and if she wanted to she could just go bother that male over there. She actually did want to, but at the same time, she didn't want to.
Ash huffed, and sauntered along the treeline, trying to think of something to do. She could hunt, spend a little energy. But the smell of fresh kill would draw the pack wolves to her for sure, and it was hard to find prey this time of year anyway. Finally she decided on going through a run in the forest, before she let it build up and went nuts. With most wolves, this kind of thing went away if they just ignored it, but if she didn't do something to calm herself down it'd just get worse until she did. She tossed her head and took off into the forest, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her thick fur.
Ash picked a scent on the breeze, this time particularly close. She tensed and wheeled around on her hind paws, spotting a male by the lake's shore. Too far away to see him clearly, but the wind told her it was definitely a wolf. Good thing she was downwind, he probably couldn't recognize her as an intruder. She thought that she saw Beck look at her, but he didn't seem to care. She shrugged it off and carried on her way, her head lowered in between her shoulders. She glanced behind her, getting paranoid that something was following her, but that was probably because she was so far into the pack's territory by now. She shook out her fur and her ears swiveled around to listen for anything, just in case, but again she heard nothing that posed a potential threat. Her eyes felt a bit heavy, and she saw a rock in the sun that was tempting to bask on, but she didn't dare to sleep here. She wasn't that stupid. And for the first time in a long time, she felt something; boredom and even a bit hyper. The same boredom and hype that had took her when she was an adolescent, which drove her to do crazy things. She enjoyed being by herself, and even when she was just walking around like this she was never really bored. She remembered how fun it was to mess with other wolves, and if she wanted to she could just go bother that male over there. She actually did want to, but at the same time, she didn't want to.
Ash huffed, and sauntered along the treeline, trying to think of something to do. She could hunt, spend a little energy. But the smell of fresh kill would draw the pack wolves to her for sure, and it was hard to find prey this time of year anyway. Finally she decided on going through a run in the forest, before she let it build up and went nuts. With most wolves, this kind of thing went away if they just ignored it, but if she didn't do something to calm herself down it'd just get worse until she did. She tossed her head and took off into the forest, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her thick fur.
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