Meal Ticket
01-15-2014, 07:50 PM
?Ronan, baby do you want to join your sister in a game of tag?" Autumn leaves whirled in the wind, and crunched underneath the pads of a majestic grey wolf. Her long wispy coat seemed to be one with the wind as her delicate cranium tilted sideways, peering inquisitively over at a solemn looking ebony pelted cub. After hearing her child snort, and turn the other direction while pretending he hadn?t heard her speak, the beautiful she-wolf curled her lip in a snarl and let loose a hideous noise. The pup jumped out of his skin, and turned to look at his mother who was inches away from him in a very irate posture. ?Go. NOW!? She hissed, ordering the pup away. Sulking his head down low, sapphire orbs assessed his surroundings as he saw his sister sitting in a bed of flowers a few meters away. ?Ro, why must you always give Mother such a hard time?? The little adolescent piped, chuffing at her brother as he plopped down beside her. Ronan placed his head on his sister?s paws and snorted once again. ?I don?t want to be bothered. I just wish she would leave me be." A frown appeared on the small boy?s face, although it wasn?t visible on his deep dark face. The auburn hued she-pup gave a out short giggle before licking her brother?s head and beginning to hum a short hymn to herself. Ronan began to doze off to sleep, listening to his sister?s lullaby. Snapping back to the present, the same sapphire optics peered up at the grandiose sunset that had begun to throw a myriad of colors across the horizon like a expert painting. A stale wind blew, wafting the scents of many critters that crawled about the underbrush of the aspen forest into the nose of an obscure figured wolf. Keeping to the shadows of the day, Ronan felt a dull pain shoot through his underbelly, and he knew that it was probably about time to find something, or someone to make his dinner. Traveling had become something of a nuisance as of recent, and he decided that it would be nice to take a short break. The wolf hadn?t eaten in a few days, the scent of a slowly rotting carcass catching his attention as the wind switched directions. Ronan took a few seconds to inhale deeply in the attempts of pinpointing the meal. His nose never failed him, and he was now on the prowl. Ronan was the King of quiet, and he knew that keeping himself hidden would keep him out of trouble. Swift paws padded softly and silently through the forest. Peering through a small clearing in the trees he unearthed the carcass that he had been in search of. A good size female deer was lying lifeless among the underbrush of the forest. How lucky can you get? Ronan inquired to himself, which also threw up a warning flag in his mind. Could this belong to someone else? He wondered. Ronan hesitated on feasting on this meal, only in the hopes of preventing hostility if someone had already claimed the meal. Sitting upon his ruffled haunches, the lone wolf decided to keep an eye and nose on the scene first before rushing into the clearing. I have all the time in the world? |
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