Post by feather on Jul 26, 2011 8:39:36 GMT 10
Feather sat at the entrance to the den, smelling no wolf from this pack. None have passed this way in ages. Not even the Alpha. She sighed. She had sent off Lal to help her with gathering herbs. she would probably not be back for a while. Feather's wings, now out most of the time, were the same as they had been a few moons ago. slightly wilted, but still retaining enough feathers to fly. Not using them helped, but keeping them out had caused a few strifes. but for her, it was just too hard to put them back to normal. She could never concentrate hard enough. Was this a sign? She didn't know. The stars had long forgotten her. she had not received any sign in quite a lot longer than a few moons ago. Perhaps ten, twelve? Perhaps even fifteen.
Feather tired. slowly, she walked into the empty den. When she was in, she slunk into an old bed and fell quickly to sleep.
Feather tired. slowly, she walked into the empty den. When she was in, she slunk into an old bed and fell quickly to sleep.