A lone wolf had to use every single resource that was open to them and sometimes that included eating the odd few berries. It was a diet that would never substitute the meat he needed to survive yet the sugar the fruit provided was a necessary fix that kept him awake for hours. Injecting him with a little more energy and hyperactivity that actually helped when hunting small game. Sure his patience level dropped but he would not give up as quickly when in this odd mood. Along he went padding leisurely from bush to bush eating the ones that where knocked to the ground to avoid the prickly thorns of the bush itself.


It was the low toned growl of the stranger that first caught his attention. His blackened ears immediately sent skyward in a prominent and alert position while he located the source. The bushes were thick though scattered over the field as he picked up the pace weaving around the thorn bushes until finally his eyes were set upon the unknown wolf. Already the few berries he had chowed down had sent him into a bit of a frenzy, ears still pressed forwards and tail swaying behind him. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Hi there!" He chirped. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"I'm Welde, I'm a lone wolf. I'm kind of new here but also kind of not because I know my way around. Well at least I sort of know my way around-Oh what's you're name and are you also a lone wolf? I'm guessing you are because you don't seem to be a Tainn. Gawdddd I hope you're not a Tainn." Hyper much? Sugar rushes had an unwanted effect sometimes.