As the days grew colder and the wind blew harder, especially near the lake, Shooting Star was grateful for the thick coat her mother passed on to her. Her crisp mane and coat prevented the bone chilling wind from penetrating her flesh, and as she gazed out into the rippling water she was happy for the first time since she left the Stray Dens. She had hopefully made her first friend in Northern Boundaries, Wildfire. She could see the hurt in Wild's eyes, and sensed she had a temper, but who cares. Feeling muscles she hadnít moved in a while protest, she started to run stretching out. Feeling them loosen, she started running faster and faster, loving the speed.
Finally slowing then stopping she herd an unspeaking bird land on the sand. Feeling mischievous, she pounced and snapped, missing on purpose, but snatching a tail feather in the process. Hearing it squawk, she let out a soft howl to tell it she wouldn't do it again. Not trusting her it flew off complaining. The joy and happiness of it all made her feel spry. Stretching out her long, slender, muscular legs, she began to run, run as fat as the stars that fell from the sky, giving her name. Finally slowing down she set out on a ground eating gallop, wondering jus how many Vargs lived in Northern Boundaries. B)
The grey hued wolf padded through the area, following his prey. he was hunting a crafty fox and was having a hard time catching it. His Orange orbs scanned the area quickly as he looked for the animal. he saw a movement and dashed after the fox, bounding over logs and such. he was quick and agile, moving through the forest with grace. he lost it again and stopped, listening.
Coran resumed his chase and approached the lake at a quick pace, still amazingly quiet. Soon enough, the sound of leaves rustling and twigs breaking was heard as Coran came down upon his prey. he stood, quite satisfied, and released the fox, who dashed away.
It was then that Coran picked up the scent of another wolf. A female. His ears perked and he could hear the fatale's pounding steps as she ran. He shrugged and set out at a smooth and easy canter, moving to head off the fae.
He stretched as he came out into the open. Ah, there she was. His lava-hued eyes tracked her as she ran this way. He sat down and waited, slightly amused. It wasn't often he came out here anymore.
She felt the stiff, cold breeze as she ran through it, not paying attention to anything around her until the wind brought her a new scent, of a wolf. Whipping around to find the source, she saw a male, a hunter it seemed, watching her with a smile. Forming her own wolven grin, she started trotting toward him, confused at why somebody with a pack was here. "Hello M'Lord, she called as she got nearer, I'm Shooting Star, but most call me Shoot." As she traveled closer she sat down making dust tornados with her tail as she whipped up the sand. :D