DAWN LIGHT
12-14-2013, 02:26 AM
The two year old had made her den, made her home deep in the territory of Glaciem. A tall standing pine, had revealed a hollow base, where someone had seemed to previously, began digging a den. The alabaster dame had been working, continuing what others had done until she had created a spacious home for herself. Filling it with leaves and assorted mosses, she had made something akin to a home in the tree. At the break of dawn, the she-wolf had left her den, in search of breakfast and to find something or someone per-say to occupy herself for the day. The pristine dawn air was frigid, ice glistening under the waking sunlight. If the dame didn't loathe snow so much, she would almost call the scene beautiful. Clearly, however, with it's vast ickiness, it wasn't. Moving towards the stream that ran through the territory, one could hear assorted curses coming from her jaws as the cold from the ice seeped into her fur. God, how she hated Winter, and God how she hated this snow. Coming to the edge of the stream, she lowered her head, taking in a good long drink before looking up at the sky, inhaling the scents around her, and her ears would prick in interest as she caught the scent of elk. A sigh of longing left her, as she debated on whether to call some of the members of the pack for a hunt. Could she do that? A look near confusion was written clearly across her jaws, as she stared out across the stream, contemplating her next move. Speech, |