◊ let it water a parched throat with warm summer rain ◊
In an effort to avoid the worst of the biting winter chill, Snapdragon had been keeping to the trees. They blocked the worst of the wind, and were a fine test of Snapdragon's aerial agility. Trees weren't as exhilarating as jumping off a cliff, but it was good exercise to twist and turn in the air and hit certain trunks or branches with each paw in succession. Snapdragon had to keep its skills sharp. Its regenerated body was growing up, and already it was not relying on the generosity of Verdantis as much as before.
It remained undecided whether to go or stay, when it had finished growing up again. It had thought about joining a pack once or twice before, but had always decided not to for one reason or another. Yet now that circumstances had forced the issue, Snapdragon realized it preferred the more orderly and predictable ways of pack life, over the constant uncertainty of living as a lone wolf. It freed up so much time for personal projects, and allowed for much grander plans!
Such as magic, for instance. Snapdragon was practicing that now. It had skirted the edges of Cloud Bend, grappling with errant gravity. It had alighted on the riverbank, where the river crossed into Brightwood. Now, making full use of the safety that came with living on claimed packlands, it was concentrating to the exclusion of all else on mimicking a cattail.
The effort would certainly seem to merit better results, but Snapdragon still found it difficult to morph into any plant that wasn't a giant trumpet flower. Taking a deep breath and releasing it as a sigh, Snapdragon took a break to work the kinks out of its neck.
It remained undecided whether to go or stay, when it had finished growing up again. It had thought about joining a pack once or twice before, but had always decided not to for one reason or another. Yet now that circumstances had forced the issue, Snapdragon realized it preferred the more orderly and predictable ways of pack life, over the constant uncertainty of living as a lone wolf. It freed up so much time for personal projects, and allowed for much grander plans!
Such as magic, for instance. Snapdragon was practicing that now. It had skirted the edges of Cloud Bend, grappling with errant gravity. It had alighted on the riverbank, where the river crossed into Brightwood. Now, making full use of the safety that came with living on claimed packlands, it was concentrating to the exclusion of all else on mimicking a cattail.
The effort would certainly seem to merit better results, but Snapdragon still found it difficult to morph into any plant that wasn't a giant trumpet flower. Taking a deep breath and releasing it as a sigh, Snapdragon took a break to work the kinks out of its neck.