May Still Become A Wolf When The Wolfbane Blooms ( Carr & Julian )
Outside. She needed to get outside for a little while. Most of her life had been spent in the dark, cold hours of the night - and though she never regretted those choices, it never meant that she loathed the sun.
After dressing appropriately (like she had much to choose from, between the single pair of jeans and three shirts), she managed to get a ride to a nearby reserve; while on her journey cross country, Juliet had seen vastly different environments, all of which spoke to different parts of her: and the rich, texturized forest landscape that surrounded her called to her wolf, urging it to break free from its human form and run free. But she held back the change, wanting to be sure it wasn't a hunting reserve, or aware if it was a popular hiking spot for the area.
The foliage was beautiful; maple and oak trees, spruce and evergreen and so many others that Juliet couldn't put a name to. She wasn't even sure she was naming them correctly, in all truth. Growing up in the desert mean rolling hills of sand and cacti. If there was any greenery to be had, such as a lawn or palm trees that were so popular on the strip, it was man-made, watered and cultivated. Such things left to the whims of the desert were quickly destroyed by the hot sun during the day, and crushed by the cold temperatures at night.
But for now, Juliet tilted her face up, letting rays of light caress her cheeks and forehead. It was a relief, to be wandering in a place seemingly untouched by humans, though she had to imagine that there were park rangers or something of the sort around to check growth from time to time and keep tabs on any local animal populations. She swept these thoughts from her mind, letting her boots pick their way through leaves and over fallen branches, simply exploring. On the fringes of her awareness she'd spotted a few other hikers, but had kept a careful distance from them, holding so still that she barely seemed to be breathing.
Then she would continue on, listening carefully and breathing deeply of the wonderful smelling dirt, threaded with perfumes from the plant life buried deep in the soil and reaching up toward the sky.