On my own... (OPEN)

[Bara]

Bara flew low over the prairie. The taller grasses and flowers tickled her paws as she let them hang down. She was tired and found a nice, soft looking spot to land. She was out of breath from her flight. She folded her wings neatly against her back and sat down to rest for a moment. Her auburn coat was tattered and thin. She was lucky that it was warm and she tried not to think about the inevitable winter. She took a moment to appreciate the flowers scattered around her. Some were familiar to her, similar to her old home, but others were completely new. She didn’t know any of their names, at least, not the names that the wolves around here would call them.

She breathed deeply to get their scents, when another scent caught her attention. She stood suddenly and put her nose to the ground, trying to find the trail, nearly tripping over herself in the process. There is was! Her tail wagged weakly, but happily as she began to follow the trail. It wasn’t exactly fresh, but there might still be something left…

In the shade of a few small trees she found the corpse. It was a young white stag, small and scrawny. It appeared to have wandered away from its herd or had been singled out for its size. It had gotten away from whatever had been after it, but not without leaving a thin trail of blood behind. It had wandered here and died all alone. The vultures and other scavengers had already done a number on it, but there was still probably a bit left on the bones to gnaw on.

But suddenly Bara didn’t want to touch the corpse at all. She’d never had a problem scavenging before, and it wasn’t that she was eating someone else’s kill. There was just something about the sad little stag, so alone and forgotten. She couldn’t pinpoint the source of the feeling but there was something about it that just seemed…familiar. She backed away from the stag slowly, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. She turned away and cried for the little stag and for herself.

[raynor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/rback.jpg] [scrolly:h(197),w(410),sy] Raynor let his thoughts wander as he let his long legs carry him across the prairie, his black with gold speckled fur contrasting with the bright flowers. The Cael was actually in search of a river, but he then noticed another wolf nearby, a Keiyou by the looks of it. Intrigued, he decided it was still best to leave whoever it was alone. He wasn't sure if a pack owned these lands, and packs could be quite nasty about territories, like his old one. Suddenly the large male noticed the other wolf was crying, over what seemed to be a stag nearby. Interesting, he thought. Always the charmer, he wandered lazily over, smiling warmly. "Now why is a wolf so pretty like yourself so sad, may I ask?" He did enjoy females, but he had no particular interest in this one. He was just being friendly. Not an emotional wolf himself, he did enjoy socializing a fair amount. He sat his black bulk down, his golden eyes looking at her with curiosity. [/scrolly]

[Bara]

Bara bristled a bit when she heard the voice behind her. She’d been so upset she hadn’t heard him approach at all. At first she was afraid that she was wrong about the area being unclaimed, but then she saw his smile and relaxed a little. She relaxed a little more after she got a good look at him and found him to be lacking in large scary spikes or horns. And to her further relief, he sat down, allowing her to keep her personal space bubble. She had been careful around males since the last one had shaken her up so badly.

In her emotional state she barely caught any of his words, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was asking. Sure there were plenty of variations to the question, but most who came across someone in tears would inquire as to what had made them cry.

She sniffled a bit and tried to sit up taller. She didn’t want to look so weak. It was bad enough that she was tiny and thin. She had stopped crying now, but her face was still damp from the tears. She tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t sound stupid, but she knew that her skill with words was lacking. “Sorry,” she said automatically. It seemed like she greeted most strangers with an apology. She spoke slowly, trying not to sound any dumber than was inevitable. “Nothing, nothing,” she said, remembering the word that prideful pups had used when they didn’t want to explain why they were upset. “I was hungry. But…” The words tripped awkwardly out of her mouth as she glanced back at the small stag. Any further explanation she might have offered was interrupted by her stomach growling. She glared down at her belly and offered the world’s most obvious explanation for the sound, “I am hungry.”