Trudging through the dense forests in the middle of winter was not exactly the smartest idea Annabella Thomason had since she moved to Carson. The snow was almost to her knees and it was absolutely freezing. But still, this was part of her personal research so she continued on through the trees, shivering all the while, "Why did it have to snow? It didn't snow last week! This is what I get for putting research off for a later date." She mumbled to herself stumbling slightly as she pushed along. She was looking for a wolf. The first time she had came to Carson, which was just a month ago, she had been exploring out in the woods, when she found what she believed to be wolf tracks. Which was strange, considering wolves hadn't been in this region of the country in over a hundred years. It was the reason her main focus was on wolves. She was striving to get her degree so she could reintroduce wolves protected under the law to this region.
As she went along, she spotted tracks int he distance and rushed forward, a huge smile on her face when she saw they were indeed wolf tracks. Reaching in her bag, she pulled out her camera and took a picture of them, before grabbing her map from the bag as well, marking on it where she had found these tracks. Once that was done, she rushed through the deep snow, and at the same time, tried to keep quiet in hopes of maybe seeing this wolf and not scaring it off. If she really could find this wolf and bring her research back to the college, it would be great. After all, any upcoming zoologist would die for a chance to discover that the wolves were bringing themselves back to this area after so long.
Tightening her scarf around her neck to keep the chill of the cool air from her, she followed the tracks very closely, though, hadn't even gotten a mile when they just suddenly...disappeared. Confused on her face, she began looking about, going in all directions, but could not find the rest of the tracks. It was like they had vanished into thin air. She frowned more and sighed, "Well, that is just my luck." She continued forward, planning to go just a couple of more miles in searching before she would head back to town for her classes.
Sarah smiled as she walked onto the campus and toward the art halls. It had been pretty tough when she first started college to figure out what exactly she wanted her major be. After all, she loved art, music, writing, acting, and any other fine arts one could think of. But visual art was the one she was better at. She loved to paint and sketch. It was like bringing the images in her head to life. It allowed her to express herself the way she wanted to without worrying about the judgement from her peers. It was the greatest thing to be able to do. She had been doing it all her life too, so she was rather good at it, just as she was with all the other types of fine arts.
She smiled more as she stepped into class and took her seat, taking out her sketchbook. She began to sketch, a huge smile on her face. Her brother really was missing out. At least, thats the way she felt. She had tried to convince him to come to the local college with her, but he was too much like their father. Too much wolf. Sarah herself strives to be human like their mother had been. Both parents were dead, their father being killed by a hunter while in his wolf form and their mother dying a year later to sickness. They were gone now and yet Sarah still looked to the memories of her mother as a role model, just as she was sure her brother did with their father.
Sighing to herself she leaned back in her seat, waiting for the other students to get in so the class could start.
As she went along, she spotted tracks int he distance and rushed forward, a huge smile on her face when she saw they were indeed wolf tracks. Reaching in her bag, she pulled out her camera and took a picture of them, before grabbing her map from the bag as well, marking on it where she had found these tracks. Once that was done, she rushed through the deep snow, and at the same time, tried to keep quiet in hopes of maybe seeing this wolf and not scaring it off. If she really could find this wolf and bring her research back to the college, it would be great. After all, any upcoming zoologist would die for a chance to discover that the wolves were bringing themselves back to this area after so long.
Tightening her scarf around her neck to keep the chill of the cool air from her, she followed the tracks very closely, though, hadn't even gotten a mile when they just suddenly...disappeared. Confused on her face, she began looking about, going in all directions, but could not find the rest of the tracks. It was like they had vanished into thin air. She frowned more and sighed, "Well, that is just my luck." She continued forward, planning to go just a couple of more miles in searching before she would head back to town for her classes.
Sarah smiled as she walked onto the campus and toward the art halls. It had been pretty tough when she first started college to figure out what exactly she wanted her major be. After all, she loved art, music, writing, acting, and any other fine arts one could think of. But visual art was the one she was better at. She loved to paint and sketch. It was like bringing the images in her head to life. It allowed her to express herself the way she wanted to without worrying about the judgement from her peers. It was the greatest thing to be able to do. She had been doing it all her life too, so she was rather good at it, just as she was with all the other types of fine arts.
She smiled more as she stepped into class and took her seat, taking out her sketchbook. She began to sketch, a huge smile on her face. Her brother really was missing out. At least, thats the way she felt. She had tried to convince him to come to the local college with her, but he was too much like their father. Too much wolf. Sarah herself strives to be human like their mother had been. Both parents were dead, their father being killed by a hunter while in his wolf form and their mother dying a year later to sickness. They were gone now and yet Sarah still looked to the memories of her mother as a role model, just as she was sure her brother did with their father.
Sighing to herself she leaned back in her seat, waiting for the other students to get in so the class could start.