01-20-2023, 08:14 PM
Red water, like blood. It tasted like the iron in death and Bird was put off and drawn to it in equal measure.
For two days, she lingered, hunting hare and one lone vixen that came to the water to drink. Nothing much to it-Solitude was like that. Bird didn't pay the bubble of aloneness she was living in much mind. It had always been there in some manner, sometimes more literally than not.
When the bubble was popped, encroached on, Bird didn't notice at first. Instead she lurked in the woods and considered trying to fish in the odd water. When her own thirst, like the fox before her, drew her back to the lake, she only then noticed her peace was intruded on. Not so rudely, though. Across the lake, Bird glimpsed a russet-tinged waif lapping at the pool. Her ears were nervous.
Politely, Bird let her own ears wilt backward, dipping her head to pull the water into her maw. Blue eyes didn't leave the little wolf but neither did she particularly want to move closer. She was as likely to make the wolf bolt as she was to get defensive hackles lifted and either way Bird didn't really want to bother with any of the politics of interaction. She'd come here to get away from panicked souls and flashing fangs.
Mostly failure was what she ran from, though.
For two days, she lingered, hunting hare and one lone vixen that came to the water to drink. Nothing much to it-Solitude was like that. Bird didn't pay the bubble of aloneness she was living in much mind. It had always been there in some manner, sometimes more literally than not.
When the bubble was popped, encroached on, Bird didn't notice at first. Instead she lurked in the woods and considered trying to fish in the odd water. When her own thirst, like the fox before her, drew her back to the lake, she only then noticed her peace was intruded on. Not so rudely, though. Across the lake, Bird glimpsed a russet-tinged waif lapping at the pool. Her ears were nervous.
Politely, Bird let her own ears wilt backward, dipping her head to pull the water into her maw. Blue eyes didn't leave the little wolf but neither did she particularly want to move closer. She was as likely to make the wolf bolt as she was to get defensive hackles lifted and either way Bird didn't really want to bother with any of the politics of interaction. She'd come here to get away from panicked souls and flashing fangs.
Mostly failure was what she ran from, though.