Post by zhen on Dec 12, 2009 17:53:47 GMT -5
The cold was taking a major blow to Zhen's movements. Due to her short coat, the wind chilled her bones very quickly as she didn't have a nice and thick coat like that of a real wolf. With the cold meant her body wanted to slow down and so she had left the company of the other pack female and taken a short nap. When she had woken, Dewet was not to be found and so for awhile Zhen tried to hunt something. Her mind wasn't remaining focused and it was taking her awhile to find anything really. So far she just had two or three birds in the period of time she had been hunting. They were a poor meal for anyone, let alone the pack.
Dusk would be drawing near soon and so the female wanted to head back to where it was warmer before it got any colder, her thin form cold in the world around her. After traveling through a few old buildings she finally caught the scent of Dewet. The smell of blood was in the air as well so she took off to trail the scent of the other female. She wasn't thinking the other female was dead, but that she had possibly taken down some large prey. Of course once she went over a small rise and looked around, the wolf was not in sight, but another foul smell of another reached her as well. Her short strides picked up, her heart beating faster as Zhen went towards the blood stained ground.
The blood was old and there was a lot of it, the ground was scuffed up a bit as if the wolf had fought back, but it looked like it has been a short fight. Now all she had to do was figure out who had died, Dewet, or the other wolf. She ran around the place for a bit, gagging on the smell of death while trying to locate a body. Finally after awhile she sort of stumbled onto the loose dirt. A few pokes around in the dirt and a little bit of digging gave her enough of a scent to know it was Dewet. Rather than dig up the body or even uncover more of it, her tan muzzle shoved the dirt back over the dead wolf. Small paws pushed the dirt down and the striped female sat down looking at the dark green dirt.
Now what? Dewet was dead, an unknown wolf was possibly still around and here Zhen was just sitting and looking at dirt. When she finally stirred herself from the cold hard ground, her joints creaked in protest. The striped female headed back the way she had come, stopping only to snag the two birds laying cold under some stones. There had been another, but it was missing and right now Zhen was not in the mood to go hunting down something dead. With the little amount of prey gathered, she headed back to the dens alone. This was deeply troubling her, was the one who killed the female one Zeth had been talking about? Had his son killed a member of the pack?
Claws clicked on the smooth rock as she headed into the darkness of On-aldirr, her green eyes trying to adjust quickly to the low light. The two birds were dropped by a large stone before she moved farther in and curled up within the rocks to keep the cold wind from touching her with it's icy fingers. Now all she could do was wait and hope the strange wolf did not come, hopefully it had moved on, going to kill others who were loners, sick and weak from the weather, not healthy and young. A shiver ran down her spine as the large striped 'rat' slowly let her eyes close to the darkness and allow her mind some peace.
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Who said my kind was dead? Do I look dead to you?