Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 7:26:42 GMT -5
Wolf
It was an oddity to see the young male without much of a hope in hell for his choices. His paws were gingerly padding on the snow, cursing the quiet crunches that burst up. His tail swished from one side to the other as his steps were as greedy as could be. His head cocked to the side and his tongue flicked out of his mouth, knowing that he was hungered for the needs that were lost on his mind.
His adoptive mother was a fabulous creature, and she knew her way of things in life. The generalization that she felt, however, was on the fact that she wanted to find herself licking her lips with a readiness that could not be denied. His carrying on was enough to make him want to fall onto the grass and throw up a dramatic show of his pleasure. The frustration was that there was no grass, it was all covered in snow. What a delusion he had that the grass would magically appear!
Why, he had even tried praying to the spirits he was not sure he believed in! Still shaken from the near death experience of a collapsed den, Wolf no longer trusted much of the snow and the ways of the winter. The feelings were enough to make him feel angry at the seasons. Winter was the bane of his existence, they had eaten away his toes and chewed at his very lifespan through the torment.
Licking his lips, the male could smell the scent of deer or something of the sort on the air. It was enough to make him ignore it, dryness riddling out of his voice. “A kick to the cavity won’t be a crusted laugh.” There was no sense in disturbing an animal that he could not use for a good source. That sort of feeling was enough to make him feel… depressed.
