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Into the Divide| Shem |
Posted: Feb 8 2006, 07:58 AM
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New Member  Group: Warrior Posts: 3 Member No.: 20 Joined: 7-February 06  |
It was night, and the dying sun had cooled the valley as Shem finally meandered to the canyon's far edge. He stared across at the open distance, one ear raised with piqued curiosity. A snort left the wolf's nose as he scented the barren cleft between the two landscapes; he could smell no one. Wearing an unsatisfied grimace, Shem padded up the edge of the canyon, searching for a way across. But the high walls weren't connected, not even by a fallen tree. A sour expression wandered across the black wolf's face and he sat, pondering a solution. There was only one way to it -- go into the canyon and out the other side. Glancing down at the canyon's shadowed depths, Shem did not relish his task. But, he knew there were no wolves to be found in the lowlands. There, across the divide...he could sense them. Wolves.
Shem wandered until his sharp eyes detected a way into the canyon. The wall, in some places smooth, had eroded over time and become jagged and layered. On his side of the divide, it provided enough purchase for Shem to use to get into the canyon. He frowned again, weighting the risks of the task, and then bolted ahead, slipping down the rough surface. Paws splayed, the young wolf bounced off the uneven wall and hit the ground rolling, body curled into a ball. He rose and shook out, sore but triumphant, and gazed up at the canyon's edge. Around his paws gurgled a small brook and Shem drank greedily, filling his belly with water. Then he was ready to move. The black wolf loped through the cleft, continuously scanning the far wall for an entrance into the wolf-lands. He growled throatily, frustrated with the pursuit and lack of progress. Shem's belly was sore with hunger and he ached to rest after a long day of travel. Stopping and knowing his inexperienced search was futile, the black wolf raised his muzzle to the sky and howled. The sound was lonely and pitched with need for aid. Shem sat and howled again, mingling his voice with the faint whisper of the spring wind. |
 
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