Everything that drowns me makes me feel alive

Halgen had been doing anything and everything he could to help for the general well being on Magnolia Glen. He knew the winter season would be dangerous enough to have to pull his all and then some. So he had attempted to track down prey; though that venture was a living hell in itself. There was the frequent patrols he did had done around the borders and the scouting for possible food trails in outlying territories. He had made an effort to square away the border patrols at high noon and so he was off from the pack den. He was determined to find some way to get back at that black subordinate who had sabotaged his catch on the borders the day of his join. The man scared off prey that could feed his family; to Hal that was messed up.


A small sigh omitted was just one of the ways of showing how exhausted he had become. He rarely slept and for a good reason as well. His eyes narrowed as he thought he heard something suspicious. His ears perked up and his haunches raised slightly in defense. He sniffed around and found no scent. How unnerving. The storm had been raging for what seemed like hours and while Hal did push forward, caution filled his every step. Any creature brave enough to tackle the weather was brave enough to challenge a wolf to a fight. That was what worried him the most. The fact that if he went down he would have done so without honor. Hal stayed on his guard and did his patrol, not to mark the borders, but to make sure nothing lurked.