whisper marsh up far into the woods. The forest she now walked was
a different one than she was used to. Narimé looked at the arrangment of oaks,
birch, maple, dogwood, and scattered pine tree's that made up whatever woodland
she was padding through. The young girl was not so entranced by these woods
anymore. At least not since she trotted away from her unsuccessful beaver hunt at
the marsh. Now she just let her paws lead her as she wandered further away from
her awkward meeting with Vium. He had helped her get out of the mud after she got
stuck in it chasing the beaver. At first she thought he was nice, but then he turned a bit
aggressive. So she decided to leave right away after cleaning herself. Now the silver
she wolf was angry that she still had not caught anything for her pack today. The caches
were filling slowly with her and Reed's hunting efforts,but even so the young wolf
wanted to prove herself to be the better hunter.
The silver female was dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of water. Not
drops of water, but the sound of faster moving water. Like that of a roar. Narimé
recognized the sound of a waterfall and her tail began to wag. The first thing that
actually reminds me of home! She could remember playing by a smaller waterfall
which was situated right by the packs second Spring den site. The yearing could
also remember her brothers and sister pushing her into the water at the base of
the small waterfall constantly.
The girls tail stopped wagging after she was reminded of this.
With a bored look she started to lope next to the stream as it became
wider. She followed it until the sound was much closer, and the young wolf
realized quickly that these falls were larger than the ones she was used to. Her
excitement came up again and her tail lifted as she strode confidently through the wood.
After a minute of traveling she came upon the sight. A beautiful waterfall surrounded by
prickly bushes. The brambles pulled at her fur as Narimé padded closer to the water and
stared up at it in wonder. Her eyes turned that bluish purple hue as they reflected the
shining light off of the water. The silvery yearling watched as the mist floated in front
of a ray of light penetrating the treetops and created a misty rainbow.
"It's so beautiful!" She wagged her tail ignoring the brambles throns which
pricked at her tail's fur as it swayed back and forth.