Some where there is a great forest, cutting trough it is a mighty river. Lakes are swallowed by wisps of mist and the closest thing to a water fall is the small springs and where the river and creeks drop off over small flat rocks. The trees themselves ar covered with mosses, lichens, fungi, and vines. So who rules this forest? Wolves do as do the ocassional human.
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Rithia was distracted and fell on her face, getting her paw hung in a tree root. She yipped as she twisted her paw, trying to get it free. She looked up to Fristbite, embarrassed.
Rithia shrugged, "Okay." She followed him closely behind. She frequently looked behind her, she hoped she didnt get in trouble with the Alpha's.
Rithia laughed, "A adventure." she trotted after him, "So, when are we going to go?"
Rithia's tail wagged, "Okay, im up for that." she smiled. he thought about other wolves, coming, attacking, blood. She shivered.
Rithia shrugged, "Don't know, i just figured it was the same... Isn't it?" she questioned. She figured it was just forest and more deer and birds.
"The river... haven't you ever wondered what lay on the other side? Past the forest?" Frostbite replied, "Away from the law of the pack life?" his hackles rose in excitment at the thought. Oh what mystries they'd discover if they had the courage to leave! Maybe they still did...
Rithia smiled, "Hello Frostbite." Relief spread through her. She sat down and cocked her head to the right, "Where have you been?"
Rithia walked and looked around. She looked back to see him standing there, She ran to him, her tail wagging. Just like a puppy
> okays, last post, sorry i have to go >.< - Rithia jumped down from her rock and mumbled under her breath, "Where is he?"
> i is < Rithia whined as her tail went back and forth brushing over the rock she was laying on.
Frostbite flattened his fur and tryed to ignore the sound of foot falls. He put his nose to the ground and started to walk the way he came, hopping that his pack hadn't left him behind. His ears moved in every direction possible as he wandered. His leaders would be upset if he got ambushed, this was one way he was treated like a pup.