This pack, it seemed, didn't like to sit still for long. Perhaps that was because they'd all become too used to having to roam to survive, or perhaps that was because there was still something restless stirring in their minds, something that made them prick up their ears and set their jaws to salivate...
For now, it didn't matter. What mattered was that most of the pack had left, and now only Viola and Iseult were left in the park...
A very loud, very busy park...
The sounds of children playing in the open field, the tromp of jogger's feet as they pushed themselves towards their own pitiful definition of exertion, the unbearable bleating of rude yuppies on their cell phones, it was all the messiness of humanity that Iseult just didn't want to deal with.
<<Follow. Need quiet.>> she growled out, her human throat struggling to replicate the sounds of Uremehir. She knew Viola would understand the gruffness of the words. All wolves did. The only form truly suited to the language was the one form where words were never needed, and thus it was always a struggle to speak their native tongue.
So, without a backwards glance to make sure her companion folded, Iseult took off at a light jog, headed east towards the Jedediah Smith Memorial trail. Her stride was designed to eat ground, but it possessed none of the fluidity or grace that one would have expected from a wolf. The movement of her limbs was too rigid, too regimented, too obviously chained to a cadence that only she could hear.
It served its purpose, though. Soon, she and Viola were far away from the human's play field, flanked on both side by the rising trunks and flourishing canopies. Without a word, Iseult turned left off the path and plunged into the greenery, high stepping over undergrowth until they'd disappeared from sight into the woods. Only then did she stop and turn back to Viola.
"Will this spot work for you?"