02-23-2011, 10:03 AM
Whilst wading injured through the deep winter snow; a streaky cloak of warm crimson that started at her neck fell over her back, it coloured the biting snow beneath her as she left her gore behind on her path. She heard the low dialogue of two beings. Was she just imagining such a sound? It seemed unreal, no matter where she walked she could hear the two voices at the same volume.
After waking from a long absent coma she soon concurred that she had hit her head on the floor as she somehow fell unconscious from hunger and exhaustion, the feeling of agony when lifting her head was almost unbearable. Her eyes and face was sunken and she was weak with fear that she would slip away. Even though being a wolf wasn't the most enjoyable of lives she still didn't want to lose control.
Her upper half dropped weakly down to her knees, she dropped her reddened rump to the cold snow beneath and listened.
Her ears took in the better half of nature as she nursed the bleeding gash in her thigh with her tongue. Birds singing. The distant roar of water. A lone doe shadowed in the trees. If she listened hard enough against the ground she could almost hear the scurries and scratching of rodents trapped in their burrows below the ice. She had a sudden light bulb moment. It's survival of the fittest out here. A wolf's gotta do what she's gotta do. She definitely didn't have the stamina for a chase game with he doe. She grimaced in pain as rose up on her back legs as she targeted a spot. She drove all of her weight through her front paws as she pounded the icy ground. It cracked and she swiftly pulled the shattered ice from the hole with her teeth, she rose and dropped again. A shrill shriek pierced her acute ears as her head darted into the burrow and grasped something furry between teeth. She pulled it out and finished it off with a snap of it's fragile spine. It was a scrawny bag of bones excuse for a hare. But she noticed that there were several hares beneath, one of which made a run for it. She snapped at it and it fell to the floor injured and delayed. She plucked a few hare kittens from their home and filled her stomach. Oh the taste, the warm feeling of meat in her belly. It was beautiful. She left nothing more than the spine and head from each the creatures. Hungry crows and ravens hung stationed silently in the trees for her to move on, to reap the rewards of their patience. Her hunger was satiated enough for her to get back on her feet and continue onwards.
In a clearing from the trees she noticed a male wolf, he appeared to be alone, stinking of the scent of Aniwaya. She stood watching him side on, he hadn't noticed her presence yet. He spoke, not to her, but to another wolf who was exquisitely camouflaged on one side, her white coat was even brighter than the dull snow, but on the other half of her, her fur was a jet black. They were in mid conversation. The femme smelt not of Aniwaya, probably a loner... She wasn't sure if she wanted to be noticed or not, so she just stood and watched. She hoped that she had not been kicked out of her pack because of her long absence whilst she was ill. She just hoped.
After waking from a long absent coma she soon concurred that she had hit her head on the floor as she somehow fell unconscious from hunger and exhaustion, the feeling of agony when lifting her head was almost unbearable. Her eyes and face was sunken and she was weak with fear that she would slip away. Even though being a wolf wasn't the most enjoyable of lives she still didn't want to lose control.
Her upper half dropped weakly down to her knees, she dropped her reddened rump to the cold snow beneath and listened.
Her ears took in the better half of nature as she nursed the bleeding gash in her thigh with her tongue. Birds singing. The distant roar of water. A lone doe shadowed in the trees. If she listened hard enough against the ground she could almost hear the scurries and scratching of rodents trapped in their burrows below the ice. She had a sudden light bulb moment. It's survival of the fittest out here. A wolf's gotta do what she's gotta do. She definitely didn't have the stamina for a chase game with he doe. She grimaced in pain as rose up on her back legs as she targeted a spot. She drove all of her weight through her front paws as she pounded the icy ground. It cracked and she swiftly pulled the shattered ice from the hole with her teeth, she rose and dropped again. A shrill shriek pierced her acute ears as her head darted into the burrow and grasped something furry between teeth. She pulled it out and finished it off with a snap of it's fragile spine. It was a scrawny bag of bones excuse for a hare. But she noticed that there were several hares beneath, one of which made a run for it. She snapped at it and it fell to the floor injured and delayed. She plucked a few hare kittens from their home and filled her stomach. Oh the taste, the warm feeling of meat in her belly. It was beautiful. She left nothing more than the spine and head from each the creatures. Hungry crows and ravens hung stationed silently in the trees for her to move on, to reap the rewards of their patience. Her hunger was satiated enough for her to get back on her feet and continue onwards.
In a clearing from the trees she noticed a male wolf, he appeared to be alone, stinking of the scent of Aniwaya. She stood watching him side on, he hadn't noticed her presence yet. He spoke, not to her, but to another wolf who was exquisitely camouflaged on one side, her white coat was even brighter than the dull snow, but on the other half of her, her fur was a jet black. They were in mid conversation. The femme smelt not of Aniwaya, probably a loner... She wasn't sure if she wanted to be noticed or not, so she just stood and watched. She hoped that she had not been kicked out of her pack because of her long absence whilst she was ill. She just hoped.