- Sep 4, 2023
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Oh dear, this day could not have possibly ended worse for her! Of course it was just her luck to lose one of her dogs, the only one large enough to hop the fence. Maybe Delilah fed him the idea on accident, perching herself up on the wooden post so frequently to monitor the woods and keep watchful odd eyes out for anything stirring in the woods she could catch and bring home. Maybe he had figured out that she got food from beyond the fence? No, nonsense, dogs simply weren't smart enough for that kind of complex thought. Black-laced paws strut quickly across the forest, feathered tail raised high above her as if it might signal to her lost pet where to find her. She mrrows out between the trees, calling for ears that wouldn't know what she tries to speak to them. Perhaps offering treats might help? Hm, no, she could tell by his scent alone that he was nowhere near. Wintered paws stop suddenly as she drops her nose to the soil, breathing deep to catch the undercurrents of what had traveled this path before her. A behavior quite unbefitting a cat, but one Delilah had learned as a kitten. She could smell the citrus of her house, the pine of the forest, the fleeting scent of the canine she was after, and the overwhelming smell of cat. It almost burns her nose with now intimately close she had got to the smell.
Delilah rears her head back, nose wrinkling. Sheesh, that wasn't one or two cats - she couldn't even begin to guess the number of cats that had passed this land to create such an amalgam smell. Since when had the forest become so... populated? The last time she'd had to wander this far from home was at least a full season's pass ago, the last time snow was beginning to thaw. Delilah could recall that the forest had been almost eerily silent at the time, save for the skittering of mice and the flight of birds. Perhaps she should look into an attachment for her dogs, much the same her person was able to use. But... no, she didn't think she'd able to use it quite as effectively.
Lost in thought, and horribly ignorant in having to be mindful of her surroundings, a twig snaps to her left and the fur along her spine rises in surprise, head snapping to the side with ears perked forward. "Hello?" She called. The smell was not King, not her dog - besides, if it were him, he would tower over the underbrush that rustled now. Perhaps it was one of the many cats she'd scented earlier? Surely a wildcat would be much more apt to helping her find the brute.
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Delilah rears her head back, nose wrinkling. Sheesh, that wasn't one or two cats - she couldn't even begin to guess the number of cats that had passed this land to create such an amalgam smell. Since when had the forest become so... populated? The last time she'd had to wander this far from home was at least a full season's pass ago, the last time snow was beginning to thaw. Delilah could recall that the forest had been almost eerily silent at the time, save for the skittering of mice and the flight of birds. Perhaps she should look into an attachment for her dogs, much the same her person was able to use. But... no, she didn't think she'd able to use it quite as effectively.
Lost in thought, and horribly ignorant in having to be mindful of her surroundings, a twig snaps to her left and the fur along her spine rises in surprise, head snapping to the side with ears perked forward. "Hello?" She called. The smell was not King, not her dog - besides, if it were him, he would tower over the underbrush that rustled now. Perhaps it was one of the many cats she'd scented earlier? Surely a wildcat would be much more apt to helping her find the brute.
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