First Steps [Azzy]
03-25-2013, 05:14 PM
Razier sat down with a heavy thud and let his front legs slide out slowly before him, ending the exasperated motion with his head falling on on top of his paws. He sighed. Exile was tedious business, always skirting boundaries and struggling. For all that his frame rippled with muscle he was certainly lacking fat, and he'd rather have more of the latter and less of the former. It would make him well fed and less likely to be challenged in one fell swoop. Unfortunately, the gods had smiled too favorably upon him and for the moment his stomach growled. This pine forest held a plethora of small, scampering creatures but nothing worth the energy of hunting. His keen nose searched the wind for the tell tale signs of something larger, a rabbit perhaps or a bird of some sort, but came up with nothing. He groaned and rolled over onto his back, pawing listlessly at the air. He chuckled.
'How silly I must look,' he thought to himself. 'Big brute that I am, floundering like a pup.' So he rolled over and once again took stock of the world around him. Plants sprouted at his paws, small saplings and herbs he had no name for. The air still had a nip to it, but he could smell warmth farther south even if it had not reached him where he lay. As if to further gloat, the wind gusted and split into his dusky brown fur, sending a chill up his spine. He shivered and frowned. This winter had been hard and he was short on not only warmth but companionship. He had been places where you went days without coming into contact with another wolf, yet then then there was this land which, by the smell of it, was teeming with his kin. Raz knew it was only a matter of time before one crossed his path, and hopefully it would a lupe who preferred to share words over blows. He pressed his muzzle into the wind once again.
'How silly I must look,' he thought to himself. 'Big brute that I am, floundering like a pup.' So he rolled over and once again took stock of the world around him. Plants sprouted at his paws, small saplings and herbs he had no name for. The air still had a nip to it, but he could smell warmth farther south even if it had not reached him where he lay. As if to further gloat, the wind gusted and split into his dusky brown fur, sending a chill up his spine. He shivered and frowned. This winter had been hard and he was short on not only warmth but companionship. He had been places where you went days without coming into contact with another wolf, yet then then there was this land which, by the smell of it, was teeming with his kin. Raz knew it was only a matter of time before one crossed his path, and hopefully it would a lupe who preferred to share words over blows. He pressed his muzzle into the wind once again.
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