Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 18:27:39 GMT -5
It was no surprise. It was still very chilly out these days, but it was steadily getting warmer. Birds were getting to be quite common. The little ones at that. And they were the reason Hanna was waking up so early in the morning now. Not that she didn't like it, but sometimes, she could have gone a couple more hours with sleep. Especially when she was hunting during the evening hours. But this morning was turning out to be rather splendid. She had stopped by the small creek in the woods, gotten a drink and headed off to explore.
Her large paws padded across the grass and dirt easily. Her blue eyes were calm and intent like a steady predator. But she wasn't hunting anything. Merely staying under the canopy of the forest as sounds, sights and smells continued to overwhelm her mind. This was why she lived in the woods. Despite the fact a fear of stepping foot inside the city would lead to her death, but that was something she didn't dwell on.
The tranquility and the peace of mind in the forest was something she and her wolf side learned to respect and take into consideration. And though most werewolves didn't bother to notice such a beautiful place, Hanna took in every waking moment to live off the land and spend as much of her life living in what was purely offered by mother nature. And for that, she very rarely had a problem come her way.
Around her neck was a bundle of clothing. Something she reminded herself to bring this time around in case she sensed someone nearby. After meeting a hunter a few weeks back and causing him to be uncomfortable, Hanna figured that having clothing on hand was the best thing she could do for anyone she happened to meet. Just a simple men's tunic and a pair of hose. Obviously not what a woman should wear.
After all, she had raided a camp site where a few men had gone off to bathe. It was all she liked that she could find. Easily to slip on quickly and easy to wiggle out of when she shifted forms. Hanna still gladly continue to prance through the forest, nearing the area where the farmland was. Though she had come around here a couple of times, there had recently been something that caught her attention every once in a while.
She brought her nose to the ground for a moment before lifting her head and sniffing the air as well. Still, she pressed on a little farther. And there it soon came to her vision through the trees. A small farmhouse. Nothing grand or luxurious. But simple and likeable nonetheless. Hanna liked the look of it. That and the fact it smelled similar to something. Her perhaps? She had even heard a child from there as well once before.
Hanna's ears perked up as she came to sit beside a large tree only feet from the edge of the forest just behind the home. Her shift was quick and easy. As was getting on the set of clothing she brought. Though she still appeared smudged with dirt and had a couple of leaves in her hair, she didn't seem bothered by her appearance whatsoever. Because when she got the scent or scents of a wolf of some sort, she had all the right to be curious and find out whether it was someone she'd need to avoid or possibly befriend.
So she sat at the base of the tree still, watching from behind a patch of brush and keeping her dark brown hair from getting tangled. For her, observation was the first step in making sure she was doing something right or harmful to her heath. And her patience was a very long one. As it was only mid morning and almost noon. She could sit there for hours if she felt like it.
Her large paws padded across the grass and dirt easily. Her blue eyes were calm and intent like a steady predator. But she wasn't hunting anything. Merely staying under the canopy of the forest as sounds, sights and smells continued to overwhelm her mind. This was why she lived in the woods. Despite the fact a fear of stepping foot inside the city would lead to her death, but that was something she didn't dwell on.
The tranquility and the peace of mind in the forest was something she and her wolf side learned to respect and take into consideration. And though most werewolves didn't bother to notice such a beautiful place, Hanna took in every waking moment to live off the land and spend as much of her life living in what was purely offered by mother nature. And for that, she very rarely had a problem come her way.
Around her neck was a bundle of clothing. Something she reminded herself to bring this time around in case she sensed someone nearby. After meeting a hunter a few weeks back and causing him to be uncomfortable, Hanna figured that having clothing on hand was the best thing she could do for anyone she happened to meet. Just a simple men's tunic and a pair of hose. Obviously not what a woman should wear.
After all, she had raided a camp site where a few men had gone off to bathe. It was all she liked that she could find. Easily to slip on quickly and easy to wiggle out of when she shifted forms. Hanna still gladly continue to prance through the forest, nearing the area where the farmland was. Though she had come around here a couple of times, there had recently been something that caught her attention every once in a while.
She brought her nose to the ground for a moment before lifting her head and sniffing the air as well. Still, she pressed on a little farther. And there it soon came to her vision through the trees. A small farmhouse. Nothing grand or luxurious. But simple and likeable nonetheless. Hanna liked the look of it. That and the fact it smelled similar to something. Her perhaps? She had even heard a child from there as well once before.
Hanna's ears perked up as she came to sit beside a large tree only feet from the edge of the forest just behind the home. Her shift was quick and easy. As was getting on the set of clothing she brought. Though she still appeared smudged with dirt and had a couple of leaves in her hair, she didn't seem bothered by her appearance whatsoever. Because when she got the scent or scents of a wolf of some sort, she had all the right to be curious and find out whether it was someone she'd need to avoid or possibly befriend.
So she sat at the base of the tree still, watching from behind a patch of brush and keeping her dark brown hair from getting tangled. For her, observation was the first step in making sure she was doing something right or harmful to her heath. And her patience was a very long one. As it was only mid morning and almost noon. She could sit there for hours if she felt like it.