by TheSheWolf » Thu Feb 24, 2011 2:06 pm
(Me too! I guess I'll just continue the RP . . .)
A bit worried of the fast arriving storm,Salt grasped the deer by its throat and began pulling it a good half mile. After she had done so, she wondered if it was worth it. Salt sniffed the air as if she had been expecting another wolf to be nearby. After feeling satisfied that she was alone, she ate a bit of the deer, unusually anxious. Maybe it's the storm that is uneasing me, her mind suggested. A loud clap of thunder sent Salt's emotions whirling, put she held her ground. It had been a good while since she had killed a deer successfully, and Salt was determined not to lose her kill.