Over the Hills and Far Away [[ open ]]

[nagotia]

Nago tilted her head up and stared at the wolf'. You see? She shook her head at the apology, unbelieving. He'd heard her! Happiness and confusion made her dizzy and pain shot through her head. But wait... The wolf was walking away now, well, limping away. She began to follow but stopped trembling from the force of the headache that had hit her. His mouth moved. Don't. Like. Followed. The pounding in her head blocked out all other words. She blinked in surprise. Why wasn't she a heap of limp bloody fur right then? Her ears trembled uncontrollably. No, no. Had she really spoken? She glowered down at her nose, the grizzled gray fur. No. A trail of blood drops dotted the mushy snow. At least, she winced as a needle of pain snaked behind her eyes, she would have to help. In an attempt to ease the hurt she lay down and tried to bury her head in snow. A familiar smell filtered into her nostrils through the cold and wet.

The young fae stood up and started digging through the snow, slowly at first but then picked up speed as the headache died down. A white-footed mouse squeaked as she plucked it out of its little burrow. She snapped its neck and laid it in the grass. Then she pressed her nose to the earth once more. After an hour of sniffing and digging she'd made a catch of thirteen mice. Exshausted and drained, she looked around. The wolf was out of sight now, probably trying to rest. Nagotia devoured two of the rodents and buried the rest. The blood hadn't gone anywhere but the sky began to get a grayish tint to it. What a way to repay one who had saved her life. Tired as she was, the little wolf took the fattest mouse of the catch, and started on the bloody trail.

The ache flared up again, a steady throbbing from the back of her eyes to the base of her skull. She didn't at all connect it with her message getting through. It was just another rotten part of what was a thoroughly rotten day. The trail veered toward the woods and she stopped by the base of a tree, almost aware of how silent the place was. Nago sighed and sat, flattening her ears to her head. Perhaps, just once, she could've listened to another wolf. It would most likely help the other more than the skinny mouse she'd brought him. What, really, was she even doing awake in this cold with such a headache?

Through the trees she saw movement, but didn't even try to follow it. I probably should leave him be. Nagotia dropped the mouse in the snow, turned and padded back to where the stash was hidden. She ate two more and then left them for whatever scavengers would want them. She trotted to the pass and started down. At least the pain of the rocks kept her mind off of the lump of guilt in her stomach.

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(OOC ~ Sorry I couldn't say this earlier but this thread is pretty much over. My wolf needs some time to rest!)

[nagotia]

((XD you didn't have to say that, *figured it out yesterday))