Like The Tide Beating Hearts Rise But Never Die
06-04-2013, 05:11 PM
Emaciated form strode forth across the bloodied ground. An uneasiness settled upon him and he looked around warily. He didn't like this place. The yearling wasn't even sure what brought him here. He was tiny. His skeletal figure was even more disfigured from lack of proper nutrition. He wasn't exactly the best hunter in the world. He'd had to learn on his own and there were times he would go days without eating. Needless to say it wasn't helping him look any better, despite how adorable his markings were. Sandy ears flattened against his skull and tail tucked under as far as it would go. He didn't like it here, but he didn't know where any of the packs where and he was a bit intimidated by them all. He knew nothing of them, and was tired of traveling. He just wanted someone to find him so he could have a home and get a warm kill in his belly. Perhaps then he could actually settle down and start learning how to actually survive and be a good pack wolf. He had absolutely no social skills whatsoever, so trying to get him to interact with anyone was difficult. Orange and yellow eyes scanned the ground and he cringed before swerving around a small pool of drying blood. Nose crinkled at the smell. He really shouldn't have come here. The sooner he got out the happier he would be. Speech, |