Post by kevin on Sept 1, 2005 15:24:05 GMT -5
-He had been following the scent of the wolves for days.
It was carried on the light summer breeze, tempting him, teasing him; calling and consoling him softly like a mother would coo to her inconsolable child.
His nose has been pressed to the ground, the dry dirt puffing underneath his restlessly searching nose. It swept the ground this way and that, his ears perched high on his massivly round head. Clumps of winter's fur, not yet wishing to depart, hung here and there on his ragged body. He had not bothered to pick the matts out himself, had not bothered to drag his body across the ground to free them in fear of loosing the scent. He was too close now, and he had traveled through the night in order to reach them.
While his size was impressive, it was all too clear he was wanting for meals. If not for the fur, one would observe the last two of his ribs on either side; a surefire indication of his scavenger's life. Carrion and rabbit was not, as it were, a substantial meal; and even those he had to scrounge from the previous predator who had claimed the trophy as his or her own.
Crescent Moon stopped and picked up his head. While faint, he had detected another scent mingled here amongst the dirt.
Human.
His body froze, his hackled raised themselves slightly. The fine hairs of his neck stood on end, a deep growl could be heard stirring in his throat. Humans? They had been the end of his previous home, they had cut his offspring out from under him. Fear was present in his wary gaze, but anger surfaced there too.
He surveyed the town, his keen eyes looking for life, his nose pressing the air for any indication that it was inhabited. While there was little more than that scent, Crescent Moon dared not venture further.
Without any other course of action, and with the scent of the wolf still fresh in the earth, the loner did what came all too naturally; and late out a long and baleful howl in the calm summer breeze.
[/i]It was carried on the light summer breeze, tempting him, teasing him; calling and consoling him softly like a mother would coo to her inconsolable child.
His nose has been pressed to the ground, the dry dirt puffing underneath his restlessly searching nose. It swept the ground this way and that, his ears perched high on his massivly round head. Clumps of winter's fur, not yet wishing to depart, hung here and there on his ragged body. He had not bothered to pick the matts out himself, had not bothered to drag his body across the ground to free them in fear of loosing the scent. He was too close now, and he had traveled through the night in order to reach them.
While his size was impressive, it was all too clear he was wanting for meals. If not for the fur, one would observe the last two of his ribs on either side; a surefire indication of his scavenger's life. Carrion and rabbit was not, as it were, a substantial meal; and even those he had to scrounge from the previous predator who had claimed the trophy as his or her own.
Crescent Moon stopped and picked up his head. While faint, he had detected another scent mingled here amongst the dirt.
Human.
His body froze, his hackled raised themselves slightly. The fine hairs of his neck stood on end, a deep growl could be heard stirring in his throat. Humans? They had been the end of his previous home, they had cut his offspring out from under him. Fear was present in his wary gaze, but anger surfaced there too.
He surveyed the town, his keen eyes looking for life, his nose pressing the air for any indication that it was inhabited. While there was little more than that scent, Crescent Moon dared not venture further.
Without any other course of action, and with the scent of the wolf still fresh in the earth, the loner did what came all too naturally; and late out a long and baleful howl in the calm summer breeze.