The wolf paced through the forest, stopping every so often to swivel big ears up upon his head, listening for the Shadows. They were taking over the woods... Hiding, laying in wait. Ohgod, they'd EAT him. He'd be a grissley little treat; an appetizer!
Needless to say, the scraggly black wolf wasn't one to fight back. He'd let them eat him. He'd cry the entire time.
So he moved cautious. Green eyes flickered with fear, back and forth, every time a squirrel leapt from tree to tree, or a careless buck stepped on a twig. He'd whip around with a growl-whine and wait for minutes to pass.
Rend's stomach growled in indignance when he continued on, unsure of where he was going, just knowing that he would get there in due time. He'd not eaten a good meal...well, since who knew when. Since he was a puppy? Since he had protection of a pack?
He couldn't hunt. And he couldn't fight.
He was the weakest link and it was only a matter of time before he was picked off. By the Shadows... Those Cloaked beasts who roamed in every crevice.
Another shudder ran down his bony spine as he picked up the pace, not watching where he was going as he nearly ran into a moss green female.
