Ayla had walked around the plains at least twelve times by now, a continuous circle that had been driven by the soft beat of her paws against the softly packed earth. The herds present could sense she wasn't there to hunt, and so continued to mill about with only a few wary glances her way. The white female hardly cared though, her mind elsewhere - on Melloette. Were Philo as Ice as successful as she expected them to be? Was the female now at the bottom of the cliff, bruised and broken beyond repair? The thoughts made her sick. She had killed many times, but the thought of a wolf choosing to die was something she couldn't handle, not after..
It wasn't your fault the voice tried to comfort her at the onslaught of memories, but she only let out a grow, pushing all of it away. It had been a while now, since she had left the three, but she still had no idea what had happened.
Why do I care at all? she wondered, ears flattening against her head. Because you may have finally found a friend. "Ha. Friends are for fools." she found herself grumbling aloud, but there was no force to her words. Still the curiosity and the need to know burned inside her and she found her paws taking her away from the Plains and back towards the CLIFF of FATE.
Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:22 am by Guest
