A Hunting We Will Go

Snow had fallen over night for the young wolf who had taken shelter in a tree den. No words have come from his brother whom he had not seen for nearly a week. He surely hoped that he was doing well for himself and wasn't getting into too much mischief. However, he continued to bear the bitter cold as best he could alone. Despite the den being big enough to accommodate him, once his brother was in tow that would be a whole new story. Alas, he had to continue alone. He had to find some form of nourishment despite the temperatures and weather being as horrendous as it was when he first arrived to these lands.

His eyes shifted to the left, and then to the right, seeing if there was any form of prey within his line of sight that he could easily take care of. With a deep huff, he continued onward from the den and made his way into the open prairie. Surely it seemed like a beautiful place once the snow hasn't left its alabaster mark upon the landscape. Snow crunched underneath his paw pads as his ears swiveled, listening to any sounds that could be either a prey animal or something that he should take caution from.

Hearing nothing that he should be concerned about, his eyes landed on a creek not far from where he was. Perhaps there were a few minnows he could gobble up as a small snack? He approached the small body of water, tilting his crown in interest. The water was moving, but it seemed that Siri (the goddess his family worship), had other plans. He dipped his cranium down and lapped at the freezing liquid, quenching his thirst at least before eyeing the terrain some more, sitting his haunches down as he listened and looked around for anything he could hunt or entertain himself with, but, at least the world was peaceful and quiet for the most part.