Don't you know it's hopeless? I'm a lost case baby

*Qanik* · 12-29-2013, 09:33 PM

Qanik trotted amongst the hills, her mind more occupied with the thought of finding food than her surroundings. The buffalo held no interest for her - a single wolf, even one as sturdy and experienced as she was, simply could not take down a bison alone. Instead she was searching for smaller game; rabbits, mice, birds. Anything that would be an easy catch but could fill her belly. Ears rotated like radar dishes, moving independently to try to catch every little sound that could lead her to a tasty morsel. Nose twitched as it sampled and categorized the scents on the wind.

But the sound coming toward her now was no rodent, but the whining call of a wolf in distress, a pitiful plead for mercy. The scent of blood on the wind, too much blood. Qanik threw up her head, all attention focused on the anomaly, dark blue gaze fierce. All protective instincts flared, sending her in a headlong rush in the direction of the call.

She slowed just out of sight, experience trumping instinct in this case. It would do no one any good for her to run right into a trap and find herself in the same situation this other poor soul was in. Instead she crept forward, as fast a pace as she could manage in a quiet crouch. Her caution was for naught, though, for as soon as she came in sight she knew she had been too late before she even started. A limp brown body, the snow around him stained far too dark for him to still be alive.

Qanik slumped a little, disheartened by her failed rescue, before cautiously moving forward once more to examine the body. She was a warrior, tried in battle and experienced in blood, but her stomach still turned at the sight.

The murderer must still be nearby. The body was quite newly dead, leaving another wolf not long to escape. And another wolf it was, judging by the wounds that had killed him. A snarl creased her muzzle. Murder was what this was, plain and simple.

Her nose twitched once more, seeking the trail of the killer. Why, she could not fully say. To confront the murderer, and what exactly? Bring them to justice? Exact revenge for the death of a complete stranger? She wasn't sure, she knew only that she needed to. Her intense blue gaze swung around. There, pawprints in the snow, the scent of blood and the wolf-scent that was all around the body.

The white female followed the trail up the short hill, and her gaze traveled down the other side to catch on the crimson-stained white wolf at the base. Her fur bristled, and she let out a short, challenging bark to catch the murderer's attention.

Speech,

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