Blown Away

Paws would touch earth within the emrbace of the night. There was something alluring about the shadows that dances across the back of the world and against the pale light of stars. He would touch the cool tip of his nose to the air and breath in the taste of life. He could taste the crispness of the night air, the brush of greenery that ruled the earth and also the tang of salt of fish would touch his senses even as a stranger wolf would begin to tear against its carcass.


It was the scent that told him first that he was not alone in his wonderings of the night, and moving silent paws once again against the cool touch of grass he would bring himself closer to this stranger. He could see a glint of darker fur, a shadow upon shadows that marked where she lay, and the sound of chewing flesh could be heard more clearly now. The tang of fish was strong within the air and he could feel his stomach protest his hunger. He would lower his upper body and wiggle his behind as he held her within her sights. He would bunch up the muscles in his back legs before pouncing forward and into her view. Landing directly beside her he would turn his head to snatch the fish from her grasp and weather or not he succeded he would dance away again with a laugh.


His voice now would grace the air, each word touched with merriment ?Heres an idea, tag, your it, and winner gets the fish? He would huff out with a wink, fully expecting to get mulled for his little joke.