HOWLIN' FOR YOU

There was a chill in the air, but it didn?t bother Vicodin. No, he was exploring, enjoying his environment, getting out from the trap of a den and stretching his legs. To him, this forest was the entire world. Vicodin had yet to learn of outside lands, and for him that was all he needed. The boy didn?t know there were other wolves outside of his family, and he didn?t care. His mother and his father and his littermates were all that he required for now. It was a peaceful existence, and for now the boy was enjoying his simplistic existence.

Developing senses had him on a strong trail of his mother?s scent, testing the way his nose worked as he traced it, following its path and then losing it. A frown enveloped his features as he realized he?d lost his mother?s rather strong scent for whatever reason. Recling lazily he decided to go for the easier of two options. The boy let out startled puppy yelps, as if he were in danger. He knew this was the most effective way to get an adult?s attention, and quite frankly he didn?t give a shit if he frightened the fuck out of the adults in the process. He would get what he wanted, and he wanted it now! And what did he want?

Milk. His mother was putting him through the horrors of weaning, and the boy did not enjoy such a fact. Meat and the like were disgusting, and nothing compared to what his mother could produce. He was stubborn, perhaps, but determined. Maybe his tactical mind and determination would earn him some bonus points. Or, maybe if he went out on a successful hunt, he would manage to please his mother enough for her to provide him with exactly what he desired.