Post by Abasi on Jun 26, 2015 18:51:45 GMT -8
The summer washed the mountains with fire and painted the hillside with acres of wildflowers, the beautiful golden light shattered off the river in a million colours- and each colour shot directly into Abasi's bad eye. The massive wolf had the right side of his face to roll up into an ugly squint to battle the summer sun, but the thrum of a headache was beginning to bloom in the back of his head anyway. And while the light assaulted his eyes, the heat pierced his sandy fur and roasted him through his summer coat. The majesty of the land he was traveling was lost on the lone wolf. He was tired, and the fast paced traveling and sporadic hunting was causing him to lose weight fast. He was done with the rouge way of life. Wolves were not meant to live this way.
Abasi slogged his way to the river’s edge and lapped the crystal waters. It was bitingly cold, and felt good in his parched throat. He was aware that he was crossing into another packs land- he had been roaming around the their border for a couple of days of crippling indecision. But thirst finally won out, since this seemed to be the only water source on the mountain.
When he had drunk as much as he could hold, the wolf sat back on his haunches with a heavy breath. He was not being as wary as he should be, and he knew it. But he was fighting a crippling case of exhaustion induced apathy, and didn't care. He wanted to go home and sleep. But home was miles away and ruled by a megalomaniac. He needed a new home, and a new start.
Throwing back his head, Abasi let loose a low, reverberating howl. The sound cut through the birdsong and the soft wind, ricocheting off the mountains like a clap of thunder. Someone from this territory would hear it. And with his greeting relayed, Abasi waited.
