Blue Leaves
01-18-2017, 09:47 PM
The Col made the predator nervous during the early months of Spring. Snow melted and what was once firmly held in place now came crashing down on to the narrow path at any given moment, but he needed through and the risk of a rockslide wouldn’t turn him away. The sting of cold on his feet was welcoming, the Wolf was used to the rocky terrain, it soothed his aching feet. They missed the familiar sharpness of stone, its hard coolness that the forest floor- even in Winter- seemed to lack. The Wolf had done well for a loner, but then again, he was an able hunter, an opportunistic one when it suited him, he neither gorged himself to the point of being over fed nor did he allow his body to eat away at his own muscle. The rogue ate just enough to keep himself in exemplary condition, thick muscle clung to strong bones but most of it was hidden under a thick, barely shed winter coat. One that snagged along the rock as he walked, unlike the Wolf he had yet to meet, he let his weight press into the stone, digging at the flesh and the released fur that just barely clung. Large tufts were pulled free, snagging on the stone while some floated away on the wind. The scarred rogue had his ears up, listening not only for the sound of other travellers, but for the familiar scrape of stone on stone, signaling a falling of rock and mud. The sound of another first reached his ears and then, quick to follow was the form of a rather intriguing character, brutish in size, plump with muscle and fat with interesting facial markings to go along with it. One would almost think it was another male that he had stumbled upon, but a quick check with the scents in the air told him his eyes were lying, this was a female that he had come across. Aurum gave pause, eyeing the female, his mind sizing her up and assessing her. Muscle and fat showed the signs of either a skilled hunter or a crafty scavenger, something was not right about this she-wolf, but he wasn’t sure what. Not one for words, Aurum simply continued on his path, directly in her way until they were closer together, only then did he finally slow his stride but he remained silent as bright amber eyes gazed upon the oddly marked she-wolf. He was not one for many words, not to those he didn’t know. |