01-17-2018, 07:27 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
Her nose twitches delicately in the cold air, little puffs of her breath leaving her leathered nostrils in small clouds as her head thrusts higher, inhaling and exhaling in deep and controlled breaths. The earth beneath her slender paws is wet from the recent thaw, the thick pine needles that cover the ground chilled from the melting of the snow. Spring is here, and Merida can feel it in the shift of the warm wind, and the way the trees no longer are silent beneath the snow’s weight, but now are alive once more. The fox begins to weave throughout the dense trees, accustomed to the closeness of the trunks and the thickness of their golden amber canopies. She is agile, leaping gracefully over fingers of trunks that have spliced the ground wide open, or using the various boulders or rocks to perch herself higher up, nosing in between the crevices to search for grubs and insects hiding there. With the shift in the wind, a different kind of change finds her and ruffles her thick fur, as if awakening her and stirring her from sleep. She freezes quickly and lifts her head, a single paw lifted from the ground as she stares forward, allowing the wind to bring her the information that she can hardly process. She snorts lightly, placing her paw onto the ground with a tiny stomp, nose wrinkling.
Impossible.
The scent is familiar - too familiar - and that is what causes her to pause for so long. She inhales deeply, remembering the scent from what seems like a lifetime ago, but what also seems like yesterday. She is hesitant, a tilt of her head and a tiny whine vibrating in her throat. It could be any other wolf, she explains to herself. There are no other wolves, a voice reminds her. She holds her breath for a moment, the wind falling silent as the trees, before she leaps forward to search adamantly for the only wolf it could be - Crevan.
The fox finally finds him, a shadow of bulk beneath the darkness of the forest, unconscious and caked with blackness. There is no time for her to be angry or unsure (there will be time for that later), but her little ribcage is rising and falling quickly as she scurries to him, snuffling at his ears and face, applying gentle licks to the blackness that has dried to his eyes. He is large compared to her, a behemoth to her tiny frame, and she flits around him anyway, nosing at his paws with small grunts of desperation, or nipping at the thick muscle of his neck with her small teeth. She whines agitatedly, her tail billowing behind her as she finally stops before him, plopping onto her stomach with her chin resting between her brown paws, her fiery gaze fixed on him.
A small, soft bark leaves her closed lips.
@[Crevan]
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