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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 8:13 pm
 A cold breeze blew across the land, making the grass quiver around him. His fierce eyes pierced across the forest till he could hear the small babbles and splashing of the river. He paced after it, every step and every action with precision and deliberation. He sat by the river and listened, his mind only thinking of what he would do next. Never did he take the time to just relax there always had to be something that had to be done or finished.
His eyes remained focused around him, the setting was getting to him and all he could think about was the beauty he was missing. He let his body relax into the earth and closed his eyes. He breathed heavy in taking in the fresh air and listening to the creek.
A leaf fell and instantly his eyes cracked opened and surveyed the scenery. He growled angrily at himself, moments like those it what makes a wolf weak. Power comes in smart movement, control, accuracy, and practice. He felt his body quiver as the wind picked up and even sprayed him a bit with the river water.
He moved his body lower to himself in a curl his head alert and back facing the river for security. Slowly time passed and day become night as the moon chased the sun over the edge. Ayrie felt his eyes droop and soon he fell into a sleep. Only darkness came from this point on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:19 pm
A quiet step, a quick approach, a sudden lunge, and then… silence.
Peyton’s muzzle emerged from the river, a wildly-flapping fish in her jaws. Squeezing her fangs was enough to stop the fish’s movements and she shook the water from her legs as she stepped out of the river and began to trot along its edge. The river, once foreign, was now familiar to her, and she held the spoils of her hunt proudly, despite the fact that it was smaller than most and had taken her so long to obtain, for it was her first successful catch in a long while. It was, she hoped, a sign of things to come, and she looked forward to the day she would be able to hunt with the ease and efficiency her brother had, so that she would be able to help him with his hunts, instead of having him take care of the both of them as he had done for as long as she could remember. But, for now, the fish was good enough, and under the star-splashed sky and smiling moon, she headed towards her brother, an extra skip in her step.
Halfway, she came to a halt, a tentative nose testing the air. The scent of an unfamiliar wolf reached her and, as she went farther along, her sight confirmed it: a dark silhouette resting on the edge of the banks. Her eyes, already adjusted to the dark, were able to discern the strange colors that decorated the wolf’s pelt, although, without the sunlight, the colors appeared muted and almost black.
Setting her fish down, she went over to the wolf and gently nudged his shoulder, trying to get him to awaken. “It’s not safe here,†she murmured apologetically. “Anyone can come looking for a drink.â€
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