(I saw Katana's post, and I LUV your new wolves!...
(Thankies!!! I'll start rping them.)
A bird called out in alarm as a tired looking wolf limped through the woods, it's head hanging. The eyes were tired, and her back paw was constantly in the air, blood dripping from the wound. Her eyes weren't open half of the time and she kept on pausing to listen to something in the air, or freeze at an alarmingly close bird call. This wolf had been traveling for three days straight.
Soon, Roni was forced to call a halt from her travel, and lay down underneath a tree, breathing heavily. She scooted herself over to her hind leg and licked it gently, cleaning off the blood. Sighing, she reflected on the day's previous events. Another wolf had found her and thought that she was easy prey. She had fought back half-heartedly, still tired and fatigued. He had gotten hold of her hind leg and was about to snap it in half when she ripped free and ran away as fast as she could, stumbling, her leg sending spikes of pain up her hind leg. Now she had kept on traveling straight, in fright that the wolf would catch up with her. Now was the time to rest for a very short time. Yes, now. Closing her eyes, Roni let the clutches of sleep close in on her.