Post by amaya on Mar 4, 2007 1:14:02 GMT -5
Amaya poked her head through the green blob of leaves. Pushing her hand through the bush, the girl finally got some air for the first time in two hours. So far, she had been in the dense of trees, trees, and trees. A yawn slipped from her mouth as she stretched. Brining her fingers to her mouth, she blew the whistle. It echoed through the valley. Listening intently, Amaya looked for any sign of life.
Being a vegetarian, she never had ever supported any kind of slaughter. Naturally she also loved animals, and was in love with wolves. She had even befriended one a bit. He was a little puppy when Amaya had met him, though now, around six months old, went around trying to hunt, and not always saw Amaya.
Amaya also knew that she should always be careful, because after all he was a wild animal, capable of killing the girl. But really, she didn't think he would, as long as he was well fed. Quickly she looked in the net like sack, looking for the meat she had brought from the village. When not finding it there, Amaya looked again dazed and surprised. How could it be gone? She hadn't even took a break, or leave the pack for one second. Of course, Amaya knew the dangers of brining meat. An animal might smell it and hunt it down. But she'd kept it close to herself, and no animal could of stole it.
Sighing, Amaya collapsed on the ground. One last time, she blew her whistle for the wolf, but no reply or any sign of life was found. This is helpless, really. How could she tame a wolf? And it was a stupid and really helpless dream to think the wolf would actually recognize the whistle, or come to it.
Being a vegetarian, she never had ever supported any kind of slaughter. Naturally she also loved animals, and was in love with wolves. She had even befriended one a bit. He was a little puppy when Amaya had met him, though now, around six months old, went around trying to hunt, and not always saw Amaya.
Amaya also knew that she should always be careful, because after all he was a wild animal, capable of killing the girl. But really, she didn't think he would, as long as he was well fed. Quickly she looked in the net like sack, looking for the meat she had brought from the village. When not finding it there, Amaya looked again dazed and surprised. How could it be gone? She hadn't even took a break, or leave the pack for one second. Of course, Amaya knew the dangers of brining meat. An animal might smell it and hunt it down. But she'd kept it close to herself, and no animal could of stole it.
Sighing, Amaya collapsed on the ground. One last time, she blew her whistle for the wolf, but no reply or any sign of life was found. This is helpless, really. How could she tame a wolf? And it was a stupid and really helpless dream to think the wolf would actually recognize the whistle, or come to it.