Vulpus Vasum: 00 ♂ | 00 ♀
Post by rook on Apr 24, 2014 19:04:51 GMT -6
Rain. Spring brought rain, lots and lots of rain. It seemed finding a good shelter in the woods was near impossible, every time she thought she found something decent, it rained and nature told her otherwise. Water would usually not bother her, and in the sunshine, rain was welcome to cool her off, but night was a different story. The temperature dropped dramatically in the evenings going from sunny and warm to dark and chilled, add in the rain and you get one cold, wet, pissed off dog. The brown, muddy dog had found several dens that could have been sufficient shelter, but she was too large to fit in them. Once more, Rook was left in the open to deal with the brunt of the weather.
The canine wandered through the forest, her footsteps anything but silent. Massive shoulders brushed against shrubs and bushes without a care, she was not hunting and attracting attention didn’t matter much to her. Who would mess with her? Wolf? She was more than a match for them. A dog? She would put them in their place. A bear? She would just intimidate it. Bears had been stumbled upon before and a lot of noise was often the trick to getting them to go away. She couldn’t out run them, she had tried, but often enough, she simply minded her own business and most predators left her alone. Perks of being something most animals hadn’t seen before.
The night was over though; the sun was beginning to rise, creating a soft warm glow on the forest. The trees were budding and leaves were growing, beginning to create a canopy, but there were still large gaping holes for sunlight to filter through. The wrinkly mastiff sighed as she wandered through a patch of light, the warmth gentle and caressing. Stopping in her tracks she looked up for a minute before moving on. This was not the right place. She continued on a little further ignoring the many sun patches she could lay in to warm up. Instead she hunted for a large rock, it would be the best place. When she did find it, she made her way to the tip before plopping down heavily with a huff. It was an elevated resting place, one that gave her a slightly better view of the place- and anything wanting to sneak up on her.
The sun was already doing its work, drying up her damp coat, causing mud to harden along her belly, legs, and chest. Rook merely lay there, reclined in a dignified way for one so ugly. Breakfast would soon be necessary, but for the time, she was content to sit and listen to the birds wake up the rest of the forest.
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