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Augustus · 11-03-2011, 02:07 PM

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OOC: Sorry it took me so long! Word Count- 571

Augustus

The wounds were healing he saw, examining them in the glassy surface with satisfaction. They no longer stung him as they had before, and the cold, damp air could no longer penetrate the mending flesh. He lowered his head to lap at the clear surface, sending a panic of ripples to dance across the once still waters. When he was finished he licked the stray drops from his chin and started on a steady pace that would lead him to his newest haunt. He’d holed up in a rocky crevasse the night before in the midst of the trenches, daring to go further and further every day as his strength returned to him. His pelt puffed up as hairs finally began to sprout anew. They would eventually form the entirety of his double winter coat, but for now it was half grown. He was looking and feeling much better now, no longer the unkempt and bloody mess he had been when he arrived, he’d even put on weight.

He routed himself towards Serena Wildlife Reserve. The fist time he had come across it he’d given reproach to the foul fence with it’s sharp barbs and impenetrable defenses. He hadn’t come across any gaps to date, but found himself drawn to the wooded area within. It was a welcome sight to see so many trees and foliage, having come from the ruins of the Blackmoor castle, and then straying onto the drear, rocky plains of the trenches. It was a myriad of colors as the fall descended, and had proven invaluable these last few days. He no longer gave any heed to the fence as exploring it had revealed a wealth of a very valuable resource- food. Smaller, less intelligent creatures could often be found draping lifelessly from a web of angry steel. Months before he would have scoffed at the prospect of scavenging, but now he no longer had a pack to support him and the fence saved him the effort of hunting.

The long journey from Yukon to Nova Scotia had wearied him and caused his weight to plummet as food became harder and harder to come by on his own. His diet had been limited to smaller game which had proven to be much trickier to hunt down, and also never filled his belly for long. Hunger drove him now and his pace quickened to an easy lope as he came upon more level footing. When the Serena Reserve was in sight he slowed and lowered his muzzle to the earth, scenting for ‘the catch of the day.’ Nothing came to him immediately and he resorted to trotting along the border, pausing to sniff now and again. For now all he found were tufts of hair clinging in small wisps. He sniffed at them without much confidence. Whatever left these had eluded the trap and gone on to the forest within.

The promise of a meal began to fade off into nothing but a slim hope, kindled in his hungry eyes. He extended his snout skyward, pausing mid-sniff. Terra? His ears perked. He furrowed his brows and scented the ground. Her scent was there, but it was old. Another female‘s aroma swept towards him, and this one was fresh. He looked sheepishly about, suddenly conscious of his ignorance. Whoever she was, she wasn‘t within eyesight. He proceeded onwards more warily than before, keeping his head low to the ground.

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