03-08-2011, 09:46 PM
I hope this is okay. She in St. Peppin's Vineyards. :3 That seemed the closest from the map I looked at.
What little sleep she had managed in the wood and stone den had been strained, unsurprisingly, but comfortable. When she'd first entered the raise in temperature had been a blessing but had unleashed a wave of exhaustion caused from days of little to no sleep. Moonglow had shaken ice and snow from her fur, at the entrance as her Mother, Nightsong, had always sternly commanded when they were pups, taken a few steps further in and to the right before slumping to the floor. She could faintly remember mumbling some form of gratitude before sleep closed it's jaws around her.
She'd woken alone, but that too was the norm. She had given the den only a passing glance before heading for the entrance. There had been some difficulty with the dead wood that blocked the way outside but she had managed in the end. The town had been, strange. The great hulking structures had been oddly frightening. She'd never been around things that were so obviously unnatural. So, feeling skittish and hunger weak, Moonglow had avoided any indication that other wolves were about. Breaking away from the strangeness had been soothing, she knew what to expect and how to act.
With the town comfortably behind her, the young wolf had dropped her nose to snow and began searching for anything edible. The cold air made this difficult, the ripe scent of rotting meat was rare in winter. Moonglow raised her head and scanned the horizon, spying a scattering of those wooden dens here and there. She dropped her nose again, grimly ignoring her aching stomach and the heavy feel of her body. She had gone maybe a quarter of a mile when a faint something made her pause.
The snow stung as she pushed it aside with her muzzle, trying to catch a clearing scent. Yes, there was something... Moonglow dug, hitting the cold earth quickly and scratching at it. Not long after she uncovered a burrow of sorts, not near deep enough for how cold the winter had been. Moonglow was panting heavily as she nosed and pawed at the opening she had created. It grew bigger reluctantly, revealing the dead body of a young badger. It had probably been it's first winter alone and had not been fully prepared when the blizzard hit.
It seemed to have frozen in it's sett, Moonglow dug her fangs into it's cold body and drug it into the open air. The body was hard but she didn't care and immediately set to worrying it with her teeth. The fierce desperation powering her actions meant Moonglow was soon scarfing down large chunks of badger. There were several moments when she was forced to pause because of her stomach's shocked heaving at the sudden influx of meat. When the badger was eaten, bones and all, Moonglow sniffed hopefully at the empty burrow for a few seconds before turning and trotting away.
What little sleep she had managed in the wood and stone den had been strained, unsurprisingly, but comfortable. When she'd first entered the raise in temperature had been a blessing but had unleashed a wave of exhaustion caused from days of little to no sleep. Moonglow had shaken ice and snow from her fur, at the entrance as her Mother, Nightsong, had always sternly commanded when they were pups, taken a few steps further in and to the right before slumping to the floor. She could faintly remember mumbling some form of gratitude before sleep closed it's jaws around her.
She'd woken alone, but that too was the norm. She had given the den only a passing glance before heading for the entrance. There had been some difficulty with the dead wood that blocked the way outside but she had managed in the end. The town had been, strange. The great hulking structures had been oddly frightening. She'd never been around things that were so obviously unnatural. So, feeling skittish and hunger weak, Moonglow had avoided any indication that other wolves were about. Breaking away from the strangeness had been soothing, she knew what to expect and how to act.
With the town comfortably behind her, the young wolf had dropped her nose to snow and began searching for anything edible. The cold air made this difficult, the ripe scent of rotting meat was rare in winter. Moonglow raised her head and scanned the horizon, spying a scattering of those wooden dens here and there. She dropped her nose again, grimly ignoring her aching stomach and the heavy feel of her body. She had gone maybe a quarter of a mile when a faint something made her pause.
The snow stung as she pushed it aside with her muzzle, trying to catch a clearing scent. Yes, there was something... Moonglow dug, hitting the cold earth quickly and scratching at it. Not long after she uncovered a burrow of sorts, not near deep enough for how cold the winter had been. Moonglow was panting heavily as she nosed and pawed at the opening she had created. It grew bigger reluctantly, revealing the dead body of a young badger. It had probably been it's first winter alone and had not been fully prepared when the blizzard hit.
It seemed to have frozen in it's sett, Moonglow dug her fangs into it's cold body and drug it into the open air. The body was hard but she didn't care and immediately set to worrying it with her teeth. The fierce desperation powering her actions meant Moonglow was soon scarfing down large chunks of badger. There were several moments when she was forced to pause because of her stomach's shocked heaving at the sudden influx of meat. When the badger was eaten, bones and all, Moonglow sniffed hopefully at the empty burrow for a few seconds before turning and trotting away.