Space to Run

The place where his mates tongue touched still tingled on his muzzle as he mouthed a yip at Tahlia, not wanting to disturb their young in the process of falling asleep. She looked down at him and Bane gave a lazy blink of his sapphire eyes while observing her laughing form. His gazed turned a bit downcast at the mention of her seeing him hunt. Age restricted him now and as he stood himself upright and serious the elder wolf couldn't help but give a sigh. "There isn't really much to my hunting skill anymore, can't outrun a deer, but I can ambush it and take it down with some luck. It's how I fed us those few days and that was before winter." Bane gave an askew glance at the woods behind him for a moment.

"I am no longer quick on my paws, sharp in my turns or bite as hard anymore, the best I can do at this moment is maybe a lemming nest. For I am wolf and I have a damn good nose. Follow me." Bane gave his mate a reassuring smile and strode off into the woods, passing the marked trees with splayed paws leaving indentations in the snow. His nose touched the frozen skyfall and began to sniff out the scent of the rodents. Their distinct smell was found easily enough, many of the little ground dwellers having made their homes at the base of trees or amongst the roots of bushes along the bottom their hill. The Bloodied Moon wolf scraped away at the snow and soil before picking up a hibernating lemming and breaking it's neck with a shake of his head before setting the rodent down for his mate got eat. The old wolf sat in the snow with a yawn as he licked his teeth while watching Tahlia. Did she even like lemmings?