Friendly Foes

*Fen* · (This post was last modified: 04-29-2014, 10:02 PM by Fen.)

The dark colored lupus would finally reach an appropriate place to rest, a cave. There seemed to be no one around, not even the nearest scent of prey. It would require a walk to the nearest location for food, however being a loner would mean risks to come with everything. In fact, loneliness was beginning to nick at Fen's heart since he had left the small little family pack he was born from. "Oh well. My family is in the past. I need to stop looking back at them," the brute would think before reaching the mouth of the caverns and feeling that bitter cold and autumn breeze that would notify the brink of fall and the beginning of winter. Would survival really become so difficult for the male? He knew how to hunt and how to find shelter, however the lack of his own kind would constantly bug Fen.

Unsure of what he was to do tomorrow, the canine would curl up against one of the cavern walls and would attempt to gain rest for the next day.

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