by Wildmagic_warrior » Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:22 pm
Race darted out of the cave, not daring to breath until he could no longer smell Aries' blood. He stood for a second atop a ridge and gasped, breathing in the sharp, cold air until he had regained his senses. His stomach rumbled again, and he gritted his teeth angrily. Glancing around, the young wolf soon spotted tracks in the snow. Hare, he thought to himself. Good enough. Sniffing the tracks, he judged that they were just fresh, and so the brown wolf began trotting along them, following without looking up.
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
but you can call me Wild.
Pronouns: he / him



I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech!