Again, I only own OCs.
Eli H. Lee
The trip to White Mountain started off rather well… for the first day. The morning of the second day, everything went downhill. Literally, a storm came in, got the sled team lost, causing them to take a wrong turn, and go down a freaking cliff. Luckily, it was a rather small cliff with no sharp or ragged rocks at the bottom, so the worst damage everyone faced was getting heavily bruised. (Sheesh, how lucky can anyone get with that?)
Unfortunately, that got them even more lost. So, right now, after trying to find their way back, the two humans built up a campfire for the night that was quickly coming. Everyone circled around, trying to keep warm. Everyone except Ayanna, who kept a little bit away from the group. Her eyes kept to their surroundings, the dark forest seemingly to be flickered by the light of the fire. To the sled dogs, this would be just be a forest. Ayanna's senses though, caught other things in the forest. The she-wolf got up and turned to check the rest of the group.
They were all asleep.
Good.
The wolf trotted towards the woods, careful to keep enough distance to see where the firelight was. For the first time in around three years, she finally assumed a walking position that she, as a wolf, would usually walk with and not the upright, dog-like position that she had pretended to have. She circled around, sniffing the area.
There seemed to be plenty scents of red foxes here, and no artic foxes. Ayanna left a deep sigh a relief out. If there were only red foxes, then they all needed to go either west or north. Good, they had some position of where they are, at least by species. Ayanna soon came across a small cliff that would only require a small jump get on top on. The wolf paused, her eyes narrowing at it.
/Flashback time.../
A much younger Ayanna, with no ribbon around her neck, and with wounds and cuts still fresh, ran through the woods, running from something that couldn't be seen. The wolf seemed to have finally stop in front of a small cliff before catching her breath and turning to see if she was still being followed with her ears, one of them having a cut in them, highly perked.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Ayanna, or as here still Aklark, turned to see a female red fox with orange eyes on top of the small cliff, a dead bird underneath her paw. Aklark growled lowly. "What do you want?"
"Now, now, that's no way of getting help from anybody, now is it?" the vixen asked, smiling keenly at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't you one of those wolves that was chased out? Rumors spread faster that paws, darling." Aklark gave off another growl before turning away. "Ah, there, there," the vixen said. "You just need a few tips on blend in now."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, no wolf pack is going to take you in without any questions being asked. And with a few clean ups here and there, you could pretend being a wolf dog or a dog and have a-"
"I will not stoop down to such demeaning lives of any sort!" Aklark growled again, her eyes narrowed sharply at the vixen for even suggesting such. The vixen, however, just smirked.
"Then you think you can live long on your own… with no pack?"
Aklark looked away at that, knowing full well what her life expectancy would be in that case. "Good you could see my way. Now, you're going to have to stand like your stand your ground, or being very proud. Also, you'll need to curl your tail, and..."
/Flashback over/
Ayanna stood still here before turning away and heading back towards the small camp. Back there, she laid down, this time closer to the group, or more so with Steele.
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