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 <.td><./tr>Summer had arrived. Youngsters were learning how to survive in the wild, everything was in bloom, and Black Ice was traveling through lands she never though she’d travel through again. She didn’t know the span of time that had passed, a while for sure. She’d wandered the lands without any real goal, except to survive, alone and without a pack. When she’d encroached on another pack’s lands, she had been watched carefully; sometimes run off by the alpha’s. She hadn’t wanted to stay, and had continued on her travels without hesitation. | Through some odd twist of fate, Ice found herself jogging through oddly familiar terra. She’d been getting an odd sense of home-coming for a while, her where-abouts not registering until she caught the slightest, weakest hint of a scent. Tired, worn paws slid to a halt. Her nose to the air, she sniffed again, then, not finding any hint of the phantom smell, lowered her nose to the high grass. Her paws remained planted where they were, while her head swept back and forth, searching… searching… There! Just the faintest hint of a familiar, and well loved friend’s scent. Silver Mist, her one time pack alpha, and closest confidant. Ice’s heart beat increased a fraction, her ears swiveled constantly, alert for approaching foe’s or a possible meal. Her gaze swept the terrain, and found nothing but nature. Her heart sank. She shouldn’t have expected a thing, after all, the scent was incredibly old, a month or more old. If Mist had been here, she was long gone by now. Curious though, Ice wondered if others had passed through, or if there was any others nearby. It was getting on toward evening, the great yellow ball was setting, the twinklies in the sky were beginning to emerge. Ice lifted her maw, and parted her lips a fraction, a deep breath, and a long, mournful sounding howl is issued…. Would any answer; and if so, who? |