003. the strength of the Wolf is the Pack

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

It's a meadow, surprisingly bright and green and the heat of an early spring sun is just beginning to warm the air.  The grass is tall and green and there are almost more flowers than blades of grass in the area, riots of bright color and pure white hanging in delicate bells or open bursts of petals.  Listening there's the faint drone of bees somewhere nearby, busy with their pollen and even fainter the hint of a stream somewhere, quick with the melt of snow from the mountains that take up the not that distant horizon.  Weathered, stunted trees form a wood of sorts nearby, full of cool shade and the old smells of moss and bracken and last years fallen leaves.  And Cloud -


Cloud is hard to find.


Until you notice the ears above the grass.  Or perhaps a stray breeze blows by and you catch the ripple of gray fur between the swaying blades.  He's lying on his stomach, chin resting across his arms and he's...


Well, he's a wolf.  Grey and furry and lean muscle with eyes the color of the waters off Costa del Sol.  And at the moment, he's watching the whispy clouds overhead, one ear twitching absently at a nearby bird that's trying to decide if he's invading it's nest space or not.

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

The open meadow isn't where she'd normally choose to be herself, but it's not unpleasant; in fact, she actually smiles as she realizes she's surrounded by the flowers.

She only takes a quick look to be sure no one can see it before she takes off running across the field, half ready to laugh at herself. She comes to a stop as soon as she begins to tire at all, half surprised that she can even still be this frivolous and silly.

It feels nice.

It's while she catches her breath that she has that feeling of being watched, that trickle down the neck. She frowns. Scans.

It's a wolf, which alarms her, but she stands her ground far enough away to be non-threatening. Waiting. Suddenly, she's conscious of her own breathing, slightly rapid from her running.

PUPPY!

[littleprotector.livejournal.com]

It's so pretty.

Fields of grass and flowers and everything like this were nothing but tales in storybooks. The only time she had seen this many flowers that weren't in Aerith's church were in Elmyra's garden in Sector 5. Even the grassy fields near the Chocobo Farm were nothing like this.

Clearly Marlene needed to run. Arms straight out, feeling the grass whipping at her fingertips. It was so calm and relaxing and she loved it... that is, until she decided to open her eyes mid-run to see the wolf. She stopped short and quick, eyes wide. That's... a rather large puppy.

[kaiserknuckle.livejournal.com]

Tifa was not a wolf. In fact, Tifa was still Tifa, but the meadow was a beautiful place to be, and she was enjoying it -- the beautiful day, lovely flowers.. It's pretty much the perfect day for a picnic.

Which was her intention all along, really. She's got a basket hanging on her elbow, and a blanket in her other hand, and when she manages to find a good, cozy place to settle, she sets the basket down and flips the blanket out, moving to settle down on it.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

A meadow with flowers is one Aerith feels perfectly at home in. She picks up her dress lightly as she sits down so it doesn't get all creased beneath her, and then she leans forward to pick flowers. One, two, yellow, blue, there are so, so many. Some go in her basket with the distant thought of selling them. But others she just presses her face to and takes a breath of the smell--too young to be plucked just yet.

She's humming cheerfully to herself, though that stops when she stands up and finally spots the wolf. She stiffens a bit, basket moving behind her back. But she smiles, and asks:

"You don't mind if I'm here too, do you?"