Wicked Game

Bane awoke with a start, tongue lolling out of his maw as he looked around the den with his one eye. He smelled it in the darkness, a chill in the air as he crawled down from his little nook into the den. Excitement fluttered his aged heart at these signs. Winter had come, and with it another year completed in his life. Kailos was stepped over and Lior skirted around as he approached Tahlia's side. Noses would touch as he spent a moment rousing her from her slumber. "Tahlia wake up, shhhhhh." Bane looked back at their pups. "It's snowing." The pale wolf stepped over the half years and climbed the incline to the snow blocked entrance.

The wolfs breath began to fog as he got close and nosed his way into the snow. Paws would scrape a big enough hole for him to emerge into a land that had not been so the evening before. Sizable flakes still falling from the grey sky showed how it was done in such a short about of time. A smile surfaced at the sound of the mountain pines being caressed by the wind. The glow of the sun still blocked by the opposite range of mountains, a moment of worry went through him as he looked at Tahlia and if he had woken her too early.

"Beautiful ain't it?" The pale wolf hushed while staring at the she-wolf. Widened paws brought him to her side, Bane nudging her flank to turn around and follow him as to took the lead down their hillside. A quiet place was sought after as his grey flecked forelegs muscled aside the snow for Tahlia to have an easier time following him. "My mother always said that the first snowfall was the day I was born, that was ten years ago." Bane proclaimed as he pushed through the loose powder and continued to the blanketed bushes up ahead.