Tiptoe Through the Window

ORWYND
everyone who isn't me is an enemy

Fuck this snow. Orwynd was just as bitter as the air in these lands. The cold stung his nose and dried his eyes as he traveled through the tips of unfortunate trees. It would’ve been quite the spectacle if the male wolf wasn’t cursing to himself. He had been traveling for days now, searching for some relief from the weather. By the looks of it, he had yet to find that reprieve. Here the clouds were heavy and dark but they held their contents still. Complaining about the landscape he found himself in did little to aid his position, but at least it made him feel better. Oh, how he’d love to bury his woes in the comforting warmth of another. However, that too didn’t seem to be a possibility. A familiar ache began to form in his gut causing him to halt. Hunger was his only companion.

Orwynd changed his mindset to one of hunting nature and turned his nose upwards. Saliva almost immediately began pooling on his tongue as the familiar scent of prey drifted towards him on the breeze. However, it was not as pungent for there was something else on the cold draft. Another wolf. A plaything. Orwynd smiled and began searching for the stranger under the guise of searching for a meal. He trotted through the maze of tree tips, his claws clicking softly. The aroma of pine and ice became thickly tainted with the odor of wolf. He was getting closer.