Name: Daciana
Species: Wolf
House type: None, wanderer
Occupation: Gardener, maker of medicine
Business: None
Pic: Same as Profile
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Soft huffs came from the dark furred wolf as she limped along the road, a small trickle of blood leaving a rather gory path along the dirt and grass on the shoulder. Her left back paw was wounded, tuck up tight against her body so it wouldn't interfere with her already tedious journey. It hurt, she couldn't go any further for the moment; she had to rest. With a whimper, she sat down to lick at her wounded leg whining softly as she did so, every stroke of her tongue causing a fresh jolt of pain to shock her system. That was enough of that.
She sighed as she looked about, ears swiveling gently as she tried to figure out where the heck she was. She was rather rough looking at the moment, looking allot like a stray black dog. Her light lavender underside caked with mud, muzzle tinged red with blood, the only thing standing out about the drab lupine was a necklace bearing a single quartz crystal and a silver disk bearing the symbol of a pawprint.
Looking up and then down the road she didn't see much of anything, her ears drooping in disappointment. Perhaps she could find someone by the old means of communication between the wolves. Lifting her head, her ears tilted back as she let out a long and somewhat pained howl. She paused shortly after, ears perked for a responce, hoping..praying someone heard her.