Older burns, newer scars
Feb 28, 2015 23:52:18 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 28, 2015 23:52:18 GMT -5
The compound was large. Church had to wander several times in order to regain her bearings, become more acclimated to the design of the buildings and placement of various areas. There were off limit zones that Church was mildly curious of but had neither the time nor the energy to engage in an altercation that would designate removal from the pack. Her solitary and silent explorations of the grounds were methodical. She rarely stopped save for when it was due time to turn in.
When she passed a guard they were just as quiet, for which she was thankful. Talk was tedious, Church never quite had the patience for it. Fluent mostly with body language, the large wolf meandered.
The snow underfoot was crunchy from the sunlight earlier, icing over during the night once more. Her large paws spread the weight across her toes, enabling her to walk with minimal fall-through on top of the ice. It helped that she was a soft stepping wolf. Even if she weighed quite the amount it was dispersed in such a way she practically floated.
Stooping just enough to bring her nose inches above the iridescent surface she observed the way it shifted in the low light behind the clouds of the afternoon. She could see fractions of her own face displayed back toward her. Church would tilt her head to watch the way her reflection fractured and glided across the surface.
Lifting her head from her curious observance she resumed her solitarily guided venture. There were groups of dogs that were out but she found interest in none of them for their lack of silence and proclivity for urging introductions. Church maintained her mutism where she could, unable to completely block out the efforts that speaking would garner her. It was during those times that she found it increasingly difficult to engage. Although she desperately wanted to, in odd moments, she observed from afar to learn the mannerisms before she would healthily adapt for their version of interaction.
// Closed for Peregrine
HOW COULD SOMETHING SO FAIR BE SO CRUEL
WHEN THIS BLACK SUN REVOLVED AROUND YOU
WHEN THIS BLACK SUN REVOLVED AROUND YOU