The black Russian wolf snarled in frustration and slashed at the tree with her paw. Her claws left deep marks in the trunk, which gave her some small bit of satisfaction, but the beady eyes of the fat squirrel in the branches above her seemed to mock her. It knew that she wouldn't follow. Voron gave one last glare at the chattering squirrel, letting a low growl slip from her throat as she turned away. She felt ashamed, knowing that a braver Luperci would have climbed that tree. But she just couldn't. She had tried before, and once she got past about fifteen feet, she got all quivery and couldn't move. And it was this fear of heights that made her so angry. She couldn't even conquer a stupid tree. The black female stomped away angrily, not caring about the noise she was making. Her Optime form was skinny, but her thick pelt hid some of that. She was hungry though, as she had been very often lately. Prey was a bit scarce, and when she did catch something, it was usually skinny. Voron gave a small sigh as her stomach growled.
A small grey head poked out of Voron's hair, twitching it's pink nose, then looking at her quizzically. The wolf reached up and allowed the rat to climb onto her paw.
"Maybe I should just eat you, eh?" she said jokingly. She had rescued the little creature after it had nearly drowned in a freezing stream. The rat came and went during the day, but always came back at night. It was a good companion, although the conversations were a bit one-sided."I bet it's easy for you to find food. How bout tomorrow you bring home dinner for both of us?" She petted the rat fondly, and it nibbled gently on her fingers. Voron knew other wolves might think her a bit strange for keeping the rat around, but it made her feel less lonely. Something about the little creature made her think that it was smart. It seemed to understand what she was saying sometimes, and knew when to stay hidden.
Voron put the rat back on her shoulder and started walking again. She was a little bit off of pack terratory, in a forest that wasn't claimed by anyone. The sun was setting, giving the sky a gentle red glow. She could smell snow on the air though, and knew she had better get back before a storm started. She was half artic wolf, but still didn't fancy being caught without shelter in a snowstorm.