Post by Ransom on Oct 3, 2012 18:40:57 GMT -5
Mince bodice slid gracefully through the undergrowth and the bushes, keeping her pawsteps quiet, in case there were others. Most wolves search for company. Savvy didn't need it. Most wolves wanted to be loved, needed to be loved. She never had been, and never will be loved. That's just the way it was. The way she was. Her parents; dead. Her siblings; dead as well. It was just a matter of time for her turn, too. At least, that's the way she thought of it. She had been adopted by other wolves in her pack, some of the remaining ones, but they hadn't taught her to love. They didn't teach her anything. Everything she learnt, everything she knows, she taught herself. And that's the way she liked it.
Shielding her orbs from the sudden light, the maiden leaped back. Panting heavily, she stared out in confusion. Of course. A field. Great. Just what she needed. Remaining crouched in the underbrush of the shielding trees, she stared, eyes wide as she analyzed her situation. A field like this meant hares, and hares meant food. Also, there could be other edible rodents. But going out there could mean getting caught by another wolf, and possibly fighting, which was not her strong point. Her stomach growled, as if on queue, and the witty maiden decided to risk it for food. Staring for a moment, she let her eyes adjust the light.
After a few minutes of adjusting, the femme managed to work up the courage and crawl out into the open field, in the wide open. "I hope it's worth it," she muttered, her eyes closing momentarily. Suddenly, a smell flew into her nose, causing the maiden to whip her head around, eyes flying around to see what it was. A hare. In hot pursuit, she took off after her new prey, and managed to catch it quickly. She devoured the food in a second. Licking her chops, she glanced around, checking her surroundings for danger.
