Stand strong

He was thoroughly cursing himself right now and an angered scowl was placed on his features. Why did he leave the comforts of the east? Why did he think getting down here in these caves was a good idea? Why hadn't he just stayed home? Many questions ate away at him, kicking himself for going in these caves in the first place. Now the older male was lost and had no idea how to get out. It was also getting chilly in here for the skinny old man and he was finding that his fur wasn't thick enough for the winter. He was hoping that these caves might actually be warmer since they were out of the elements of winter, but he was realizing he had been terribly wrong.

He wanted to be back home in his den with his companion, curled around her skinny form to keep warm. To growl and curse the weather with her and find comfort in each other's misery. How comforting that thought was and it's what drove him to continue to wander the caves instead of throwing a tantrum. Though having only one good eye and his other senses dulling with age left it rather difficult to navigate these caves. Several times he had considered calling out to see if anyone else was around, but he in fact was embarrassed that he was in this situation and really didn't want to attract attention at all.

He sighed as his scowl faded and his form stopped, back end gently swaying with unsteadiness. How would he ever get out of here? Then something promising, his ears picked up the soft click of claws against the stone and he listened carefully. The steps were to light to be a bear or a hooved creature. To heavy for a coyote and definitely was not a cat. It had to be another wolf and the sound was ahead of him, approaching him. He had been much deeper in the cave then she was.

"Hello?" he called softly, knowing it would echo.




"Talk." & 'Think'