A New Life

The cool, crisp air surrounded the man's pelt as crows danced above the night sky. The smell of a decaying carcass weighed heavily upon the brute's nostrils as his eyes sparkled and seemed to illuminate from the starlight that glistened and danced above him. His pelt helped him keep warm in the bits of snow that stayed surrounding the landscape; but the Spring would be much more enjoyed once he was leaving the North.

He had not known what had become of his sister, Marina. They were both close, and, somehow, life always had a way of separating the two no matter what the circumstance. His lobes would perk forward when he could hear the sounds of prey stomping about upon the snow below him, and he would snicker at the thought of a fresh dinner instead of scavenging for most of his time being separated from his sibling. His body ached at the chance of possibly getting a weak or ill deer, but, even the most weakest of prey can be a danger to someone, and, he would need to be careful if he were to strike at the opportunity for a decent meal.

The man made sure to stay in the shadows as much as possible. Though the darkness and the snow matched his pelt rather well, he wanted to make sure he didn't startle his meal away. He stayed low to the ground and waited for the right opportunity to strike.