Post by mikki on Nov 24, 2007 3:22:07 GMT -5
Ryker's shadow was slowly disappearing as the sun went down and darkness began to take hold. The air was becoming cold and crisp, and the breeze blew with more force making the trees creek and groan.
The gray wolf padded forward his journey had been long and he was tired.
A year had passed since the young wolf had left his home territory, and he still had not found a pack that suited his needs and needed his qualities.
As the sun vanished Ryker felt the longing in his stomach, a longing for a hunt. His training with his pack, made him a nocturnal hunter, he fed and hunted at his best during the night.
His head was low to the ground his sensitive nose only inches from the muddy path. Many different scents, many different animals, Ryker sorted through the many smells identifying their origins. A cat passed by a few days ago, a fox had made his mark, and a few canines had passed by here, but none of these interested the hungry canine.
Ryker kept moving forward, ears alert processing the sounds of the forest around him and his nose absorbing all the scents of creatures both large and small. One scent made the wolf stop. Rabbit it said.
Ryker's mouth salivated and his stomach groaned, and with the hunger clear in his eyes he veered off the path into the unclaimed forest following the scent of his prey.