Post by jace on Mar 1, 2012 15:25:37 GMT -5
Simply put, he was tired.
Tired of wandering. Tired of running. Tired of never being able to stay in one place. He was always on the move for some reason or another - at this moment, it was because of the winter, settling like an icy blanket over the lands. Though the sky above was clear, the wind was bitter, stinging through his draped blue-black hide and alabaster undercoat. Pale eyes looked to the mountains, their peaks capped with snow. He had no doubt that the storm upon them would soon descend onto the tundra in which he tread. Traveling as a lone wolf had given him a heightened sense of the weather, and right now, he knew he needed to seek out shelter.
His empty stomach wrenched in protest. He needed food - the last he had eaten had been a snow goose near the sea shore where he had arrived, and he was now at least three days into the continent. And with a storm on the way, his chances of catching anything were falling rapidly. He inhaled, searching the frosty air for a scent to follow, but all he could smell was the frozen tundra and dry grasses beneath him. Thus, he pushed onward, hoping that his shelter would also provide him with a good meal.
He wasn't sure how long he loped over the landscape, but the short winter sun began to fall, and with it, the cold closed in. His eyes adjusted to the twilight, and when he next raised his head, he found a mound of rock rising from the ground with a horizontal opening - a mouth to a cave. The smell of fresh water drifted from the entrance, and the solitary grey wolf hurried his pace. Water would no doubt draw other animals near...
Even at its entrance, the cave was warmer than the tundra. He slipped inside, navigating through a narrow passage, his lean form pressed to the walls, cat-like. He didn't know how far the passage would go, but the scent of water increased the deeper he went. He could even hear the water drip from the stalactites and the streams trickle through the underground. Soon enough, the passage opened and he came upon a breathtaking sight - a pristine, cerulean lake, fed by groundwater and kept a secret from the world. A single beam of light illuminated the decadent pool, the sun still descending. Fish and crabs teemed beneath the aquifer's glassy surface, and he knew that he would be able to rest in the beautiful cavern for a considerable amount of time.
Before approaching the pool, however, he paused, searching for anyone hidden in the shadows. The last thing he wanted to come across was a hibernating bear that would rip his flesh from his bones. No such threat, though, made itself known to him, and so he approached the pool for a long, much-needed drink. He laid his exhausted form along the shore, needing to gathering his energy before he went fishing...
Tired of wandering. Tired of running. Tired of never being able to stay in one place. He was always on the move for some reason or another - at this moment, it was because of the winter, settling like an icy blanket over the lands. Though the sky above was clear, the wind was bitter, stinging through his draped blue-black hide and alabaster undercoat. Pale eyes looked to the mountains, their peaks capped with snow. He had no doubt that the storm upon them would soon descend onto the tundra in which he tread. Traveling as a lone wolf had given him a heightened sense of the weather, and right now, he knew he needed to seek out shelter.
His empty stomach wrenched in protest. He needed food - the last he had eaten had been a snow goose near the sea shore where he had arrived, and he was now at least three days into the continent. And with a storm on the way, his chances of catching anything were falling rapidly. He inhaled, searching the frosty air for a scent to follow, but all he could smell was the frozen tundra and dry grasses beneath him. Thus, he pushed onward, hoping that his shelter would also provide him with a good meal.
He wasn't sure how long he loped over the landscape, but the short winter sun began to fall, and with it, the cold closed in. His eyes adjusted to the twilight, and when he next raised his head, he found a mound of rock rising from the ground with a horizontal opening - a mouth to a cave. The smell of fresh water drifted from the entrance, and the solitary grey wolf hurried his pace. Water would no doubt draw other animals near...
Even at its entrance, the cave was warmer than the tundra. He slipped inside, navigating through a narrow passage, his lean form pressed to the walls, cat-like. He didn't know how far the passage would go, but the scent of water increased the deeper he went. He could even hear the water drip from the stalactites and the streams trickle through the underground. Soon enough, the passage opened and he came upon a breathtaking sight - a pristine, cerulean lake, fed by groundwater and kept a secret from the world. A single beam of light illuminated the decadent pool, the sun still descending. Fish and crabs teemed beneath the aquifer's glassy surface, and he knew that he would be able to rest in the beautiful cavern for a considerable amount of time.
Before approaching the pool, however, he paused, searching for anyone hidden in the shadows. The last thing he wanted to come across was a hibernating bear that would rip his flesh from his bones. No such threat, though, made itself known to him, and so he approached the pool for a long, much-needed drink. He laid his exhausted form along the shore, needing to gathering his energy before he went fishing...
