What does the night bring

template by Punki of Adoxography

The moon hung, a fraction of itself, in the still night air. On the frozen plains, that was that was needed to illuminate the night as the light reflected off the clear snow. A lone dusty-brown she-wolf plodded across the fields with a lazy gait. Sariel had no destination nor goal in mind as she wound her solitary path. East. West. North. South. It didn't matter which direction she went. Whatever odd instinct had compelled her out of her sleep this night didn't matter. All she wanted, if that was even the right word to describe the Diamond's state of mind, was to move forward until she reached whatever it was the compelled her.

The raider crested a rise, the moon at her back, and cast an idle gaze over the surroundings. Nothing to see and nothing to note as always. These times of peace were starting to drag on the warrior. She loved nothing better than to fight, to turn the land red with blood. Though she had fought a variety of different wolves, few stuck out to her and even fewer were a challenge. The Ten did not understand why a pack as bloodthirsty as her own had yet to push into the borders of their neighbors. Though the Au'Dar might be a challenge, the Vertok hardly seemed like a threat. They raided their territory often enough so why not take over.

She huffed, her breath coming out a cloud of frost, irritation and boredom conveyed through one small breath. Wherever her paws were taking her tonight, it was not here. Her ears flicked. In the silence of the night, not even a night patrol could be heard. Though that was to be expected. It wasn't that the patrols were simply that silent, it was just that there likely wasn't one. The Sanzin's security was lax. Neither the Vertok nor the Au'Dar were the type to try to expand their borders or intrude on another's. The only thing they had to be on the lookout for were rouges. But the Sanzin hated doing "extra" work and night patrols were considered as such. To be asigned to one meant one must be rather unlucky or pissed off the wrong wolf. Either way, it was unlikely that Sariel's little midnight jaunt would be interrupted by any patrol.

At any rate, the young she-wolf would be reaching the ocean soon and yet, she still did not know her desired destination. That mattered little to her. Sarilel had little need for logic or reason to guide her actions. Perhaps it was not a location that prompted this escapade, but a wolf. The latter promised to be a more exciting result, but only time could tell.