Dusk || Fighter || Brute || Crushless || Mateless || Pupless
Dusk looked at the bright blue sky as he sat down staring off into space. He snapped back to reality as he noticed other wolves talking. He looked at Morning Rain and pricked his ears as he heard the word dusk. He thought she was referring to him, but realizing she wasn't he looked back up at the sky. He paid no interest to what the wolves were talking about at first. Dusk rose from his sitting position once he was relaxed enough and started to make his way over to the kill pile. He grabbed a small rabbit and wrapped his strong jaws around the rabbit's neck. Laying down, he ripped into the rabbit ravenously. His taste buds tingled with delight as this had been the first thing he had eaten today. Dusk tended to get nauseous if he ate to early in the morning. His stomach needed time to settle and adjust before food could be digested peacefully. Once he finished off the rabbit, he carefully placed the remnants in a freshly dug hole. He covered the hole with surrounding spare dirt around the hole. The black brute got up from his sitting spot and again padded over to a sunny area, letting the sunshine warm his pelt. He closed his eyes in comfort and took deep breaths. He sat alone, he hadn't been good at making friends for awhile now and he had a feeling it wasn't going to get any easier.




