koelin.
in a world of make believe,
they don't believe in me

Immersed globes of teal lashed out from the back part of the forestry, the tall grasses just barely hiding a coal line that almost easily fragrance down silk of white pelt. Slowly light streams of carbon dioxide filtered out into the wet muggy air waiting for the winds to pick up and carry them away. Nothing seemed familiar to her senses where she was, it was the exact place she has been waiting for for so long. Almost as soon as a single pad hit the first rock - where the grasses split opening up to a malformed, rock infested area the grass was scarce like they dare take back what was once their's- the wind seemed to pick up daring to bring down snow instead of rain.

The rough touch of the rocks seemed to agitate the mid femme before she gave under seeing no escape any time soon. Trudging along in the mid canopy forest her head seemed to turn and swerve from side to side trying to catch the faintest hint of another wolf in this area, all senses were alert catching every sound, watching every small movement, feeling the rigged earth beneath her and tasting the smell of water that seamlessly flowed into her intake. It wasn't long till the rushing of a stream came into ear focus and in no time the rocks seemed to part for the water. Slithering salmon tainted tongue seemed to curve daintily under the water and out again, one after the other.

It wasn't till the mild female pulled her bow up as well as her cranial that all seemed to drone out, the water, the breeze tempting with her nether fur, even the rain that seemed to stop just for a on pour of snow. It was like everything was stopping in time just for a moment, just for her to sing her turbine song. Instinktively mow clasped half way and a parallel line was made from crane to trees, vocal cords rung tiredlessly till the deal was sealed.
This was where she belonged now.