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The raven's flight - Jedd - Mar 31, 2012
As continued from "The cold crow's stare"[dohtml]
An hour went by, and the wolf woke up. He lay next to the kill, which
smelled extremely tempting at the moment. The wolf lazily rose to his
paws, taking in a deep breath before releasing a long howl into the
mid-afternoon air. Right now, he could go for a long, long nap... but
he was overjoyed that he had completed the task. His legs felt weak,
and he looked down at his front paws. A small amount of crimson
blood was seeping slowly from his left paw. Grunting, Jedd lowered
his head slowly, licking at the wound. The iron taste of his own blood
stained his tongue, and he winced as a shot of pain resonated over his
neck.
The gray wolf waited patiently, remaining seated. He looked to the dead
mountain goat next to him, smiling slightly. This was the first time he had
ever killed a creature such as this. It was always creatures from the plains
where he was raised. Killing on a small mountainside was even more of
an accomplishment for him. The wolf was glad, for he could have easily
destroyed himself in the process of the hunt. Complaining about his pain
was nothing common for him, for he would remain silent about his wounds.
He was a wolf who would not show weakness.
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