by hdmwolf » Sun May 30, 2010 6:16 am
(Frost may find them... Is that okay?)
Frost trotted through the forest, happy from her earlier meal when she had managed to find a doe. Not using her power, she had hunted it on her own, playing fair. She knew that food wasn't really to play fair with, but sometimes Frost felt that she was a little sorry for the meat that she was eating now and then. Yawning, Frost sat down on some soft moss by the side of a stream, resting her paws for a moment. She had been traveling for a while, wondering where all the wolves had gone, and if the area that she was in was another pack's territory.
For a moment, she sat there, listening. The sounds of birdsong filled her ears as she searched further, wondering if she could find someone around here. Everything else seemed quiet, but she just knew that some wolves were around. She could sense it.
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A young red and tan wolf lay splayed across the ground, barely breathing, his eyes closed. A checkered bandanna that was around his forehead lay limp on the ground behind him. The wolf didn't move, obviously either close to death, or he was unconscious. No one would mistake him for sleeping, for his breath was too shallow, and he wasn't making a single movement.