I must have fallen asleep, as when I wake up it seems lighter. I yawn and stretch, and my stomach rumbles. I go hunting for food. I see an artic fox yowling, and walk over to it. It begins to retreat in terror, until I shout, "Wait! I'm not going to hurt you!"
It comes back, sensing no dange and I see that it is a female. She reminds me of my grandmother.
((Quick Interuption - my father was cat, but his mother was an artic fox with a hint of cat, and his father was a full cat, and my mother was full wolf confusing, isn't it? - Interuption over))
She tells me that she is looking for her son, who has gone missing. She has a daughter aswell, she tells me, but she is weak and will probably die. My heart aches for her. I know what happened to her son, but don't tell her for fear of making her even more upset. I leave her after a goodbye, and carry on in search for food. I see a hare on a rock, it's back to me. I sneak up, the falling snow masking me paw prints, and pounce on it. The hare doesn't know what hit it.
Taking the hare in my mouth, I take to the skies, and while flying to locate a suitable place to rest again, I see a den on the ground, and land. I take a few steps in, and say close to the entrance so that I can escape if I see the demon wolf searching for me. I swear I ear heavy breathing behin me, but ignore it, and tuck into my prey.
Topic: the wolf hunt (Read 29974 times)