| Aug 29, 2017 2:21:15 GMT |
Post by Dovepelt on Aug 29, 2017 2:21:15 GMT
Dovepelt's light pawsteps alongside the singing birds nestled in the fir trees were the only sounds filling the area. The abandoned twoleg nest used to unnerve her, long ago, but now she'd visited it so often now that the thought of restocking her herbs was the only thing on her mind. The dove-colored wolf pulled a few stalks of garlic from the ground, making sure to note how many were left and how much they'd grown since her last visit. What she'd collected should last her pack for some time, unless something like an outbreak of fleas caught them by surprise.
But rather than making her way straight back, Dovepelt found herself gazing at the worn down stone walls of the abandoned twoleg den. What caused them to leave, she wondered? No wolf in ShadowPack ever remembered them being there, as far as she knew, making her draw the conclusion that they'd been gone for some time. No doubt it was for the best, Dovepelt had heard horrible things about humans before. Still, it didn't stop her from admiring the mark they'd left behind.
