by Wolvine » Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:34 am
Locust swivelled his ears and narrowed his eyes. He had heard something, a giggle, and then a shuffle of snow. Just soft and quite faint. It could be Sierra or a rabbit, for the steps seemed carefully thought out and lightly paced, since the crunch was very light. Giving a sniff, all he could scent was snow, the faint trace of wolf and some old rotting deer meat. His hackles were up, as was his guard, but there was nothing more he could do other than wait.