breaking out
10-14-2021, 11:30 PM
Theron kept his nose to the ground, snow sticking to the short fur of his muzzle as he sniffed around the tree trunks in search of prey. Prey that wasn't glowing blue to be more specific. He had never traveled this far north before, and while winter probably wasn't the best time to be exploring this side of boreas, he couldn't muster the energy to care. He was curious about what was here and he wasn't going to wait until the season's end to explore it. The strange blue whisps and the too-long nights hadn't dwindled any, and if his more irrational idea of the world ending were to be true, he didn't have time to wait either. He was going to explore every inch of this landmass whether his short coat or the end of the world wanted him to or not.
His nose caught the smell of something before his eyes noticed the trail in the snow before him. He hesitated, the unmistakable scent of a wolf causing a sense of uncertainty to rise from his core. He had done a pretty good job at avoiding other canines so far, he didn't want to deal with whatever they brought with them. Other animals were easy to interact with. You ate prey, you ran from predators. Simple as that. Wolves brought conversation, social structures, and complexity. All things he had no idea how to deal with. However, something kept him from turning the other direction this time. It had been far too long since he had talked to someone else. Perhaps if they were native here and friendly, they might be able to point him in the right direction for some prey. They might even have answers to what was going on, though that was less likely.
Against his better judgment, Theron followed the trail in the snow, not attempting to hide his approach. If things went south, he could always run. The rhythmic crunching of snow beneath his paws was soon joined by a similar sound father up ahead, a red and black shape contrasting the white landscape around them. They seemed awfully young to be alone, even from a distance their youth was obvious. "Hello? Are you lost?" he called out, taking steps closer until they were only a few yards apart. While the pup didn't seem dangerous, Theron wasn't going to take chances. He kept his head high in feigned confidence, his legs tense and ready to put more distance between them if necessary.
His nose caught the smell of something before his eyes noticed the trail in the snow before him. He hesitated, the unmistakable scent of a wolf causing a sense of uncertainty to rise from his core. He had done a pretty good job at avoiding other canines so far, he didn't want to deal with whatever they brought with them. Other animals were easy to interact with. You ate prey, you ran from predators. Simple as that. Wolves brought conversation, social structures, and complexity. All things he had no idea how to deal with. However, something kept him from turning the other direction this time. It had been far too long since he had talked to someone else. Perhaps if they were native here and friendly, they might be able to point him in the right direction for some prey. They might even have answers to what was going on, though that was less likely.
Against his better judgment, Theron followed the trail in the snow, not attempting to hide his approach. If things went south, he could always run. The rhythmic crunching of snow beneath his paws was soon joined by a similar sound father up ahead, a red and black shape contrasting the white landscape around them. They seemed awfully young to be alone, even from a distance their youth was obvious. "Hello? Are you lost?" he called out, taking steps closer until they were only a few yards apart. While the pup didn't seem dangerous, Theron wasn't going to take chances. He kept his head high in feigned confidence, his legs tense and ready to put more distance between them if necessary.