The day seemed to gently dapple across the lake's surface as she bent her proud head to lap up that cool water onto her tongue, quenching her thirst as her thoughts ran rampant through her mind.
Redd felt the gentle breeze ruffle through her thick red coat as it picked up gently, rustling the leaves above, playing their usual games. This particular wolf wasn't your normal grey wolf, in fact she was a deep red with black and brown strands which made her coat more of a mahogany colour really. White began just under her jaw and stretched along the under side of her neck before trailing along the under side of her belly and she stood about 2'8 in height from her shoulder.
Lifting her muzzle, her ears flickered forwards as her golden hues flickered across the lake's surface, watching the human's odd beast cross the surface of the lake. She never understood humans too well, but with a recent run in with a male human and another event with her mother told her to avoid them, so she practically lived in the wild trying to fend for herself.
Ravok itself confused her, as she never knew why people would like to live on top of a lake, just floating there. How did they kill food and supply their families with meat?
Shaking her head, she slowly moved to sit down, mindful of her injuries sustained two days ago and her ears flickered forwards once again as she viewed the grassy plain before the forest of trees from the lake's edge under her one solitary tree. She had four jagged streaks side by side, made from a claw trailing down her left side which had started to heal, seeing as they hadn't been as deep as it was originally thought of but still just as bad as her hind foot. She also had a fractured rib and a bite on her right hind foot from when she had just narrowly missed being torn to shreds by other wolves.
The recent lost of her connection to the pack made her stomach churn, reminding her of her apparent hunger and lack of food over the passed two days and she groaned inwardly, she would have to catch a small rabbit or something if this wolf wanted food to survive, or at least attempt to survive, seeing as she could no longer hunt with a pack.
Soon, she told herself, soon she would have to move on, because come winter time, if she hadn't found another pack, she would likely perish and a pang of loneliness crept through her being as she lifted her nose to the wind to scent out any prey. It was of course wishful thinking seeing as the smaller prey, or smaller animals tried to avoid going near the lake. It was of course mostly because of human activities and the more feral the beast, the more further away they were, which suited her just fine.
Slowly, getting to her paws, she sighed inwardly, padding forwards at a slow pace just so she didn't rip or jar any of her wounds as her hues watched for small game that she might be able to snap up into her powerful jaws. The wolf stayed within the view of the lake, making sure to keep it that way, because she wanted to be able to run without being hindered by sight or obstacles if she spotted a wolf from the last pack she had once called family.
Redd felt the gentle breeze ruffle through her thick red coat as it picked up gently, rustling the leaves above, playing their usual games. This particular wolf wasn't your normal grey wolf, in fact she was a deep red with black and brown strands which made her coat more of a mahogany colour really. White began just under her jaw and stretched along the under side of her neck before trailing along the under side of her belly and she stood about 2'8 in height from her shoulder.
Lifting her muzzle, her ears flickered forwards as her golden hues flickered across the lake's surface, watching the human's odd beast cross the surface of the lake. She never understood humans too well, but with a recent run in with a male human and another event with her mother told her to avoid them, so she practically lived in the wild trying to fend for herself.
Ravok itself confused her, as she never knew why people would like to live on top of a lake, just floating there. How did they kill food and supply their families with meat?
Shaking her head, she slowly moved to sit down, mindful of her injuries sustained two days ago and her ears flickered forwards once again as she viewed the grassy plain before the forest of trees from the lake's edge under her one solitary tree. She had four jagged streaks side by side, made from a claw trailing down her left side which had started to heal, seeing as they hadn't been as deep as it was originally thought of but still just as bad as her hind foot. She also had a fractured rib and a bite on her right hind foot from when she had just narrowly missed being torn to shreds by other wolves.
The recent lost of her connection to the pack made her stomach churn, reminding her of her apparent hunger and lack of food over the passed two days and she groaned inwardly, she would have to catch a small rabbit or something if this wolf wanted food to survive, or at least attempt to survive, seeing as she could no longer hunt with a pack.
Soon, she told herself, soon she would have to move on, because come winter time, if she hadn't found another pack, she would likely perish and a pang of loneliness crept through her being as she lifted her nose to the wind to scent out any prey. It was of course wishful thinking seeing as the smaller prey, or smaller animals tried to avoid going near the lake. It was of course mostly because of human activities and the more feral the beast, the more further away they were, which suited her just fine.
Slowly, getting to her paws, she sighed inwardly, padding forwards at a slow pace just so she didn't rip or jar any of her wounds as her hues watched for small game that she might be able to snap up into her powerful jaws. The wolf stayed within the view of the lake, making sure to keep it that way, because she wanted to be able to run without being hindered by sight or obstacles if she spotted a wolf from the last pack she had once called family.
