» The Wandering Waters

[Sarahlee]

Asuka padded into some shallow water, bending her neck to take a drink. She lapped at the cool water as it soothed her throat. Akki had accepted her a few days ago. Now part of a pack, Asuka was happy she wasn't alone. She let the water swirl around her paws. She pricked her ears, but she only heard distant birds. It's so lonely here, She thought.

She shook off the feeling. Perhaps, she should find some one to talk to? But who would that be? She didn't think anyone would enjoy being seen with a new subordinate wolf. She licked her glossy, black fur. The trickling sound of the slow river soothed her. She lifted her head gracefully and let out a low, long howl. She sat on her haunches and peered around. What tranquility, She thought.

[Zina]

The howl was not a summon, but Akki was lacking in the socializing area. She was so bummed up busy that often she was wandering for extended periods of time with little interaction. Her family usually didn't want much to do with her, and Tatsu had started to actively avoid her while Misora, strangely, warmed up to her. She figured it was probably because of Gekirin, or something. Misora had surprised her not long ago by trying to speak the name 'mother', but other than that Akki still was convinced that the girl was actually mentally slow in some way. What other reason could explain her lack of speech? It obviously wasn't a physical issue. "Bored?" She asked casually, lowering her old bag of bones to drink. Asuka was a new member to the pack, essentially fresh. Akki didn't know much about her at all, but she looked like just another weak, stupid female like the rest of them. What ever happened to the strong, warrior pack of the ancient lines? Yamamori had clearly fallen into decay, for Akki and Fuego were the last of the remaining great warriors. Toorima's line was broken now, as her only remaining children were all idiots and had obviously taken more Sangra into them. Surprisingly, Gekirin was probably the better of them, despite being raised by Dhrejon himself. Bah. Woman, you live in the past too much. She thought to herself, eying the ebony girl with a vague lack of interest.