thin skinned calcium sipper
Light snow cassaded down a medium sized body laying on the ground, it's dark brown fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the green. Small antlers laid on it's head, indicating it to be a young buck, as they poked through some of the newly grown grass. It's podent stench filled the early morning air of Hush meadow.
. Shery stood on the Cedarwood Forest tree line, her bright orange eyes starring out at the land before her. Her noise twitched as she took in all the scents buzzing about the air. A particular smell of deer rushed up her black nostrils filling them. Her pink tounge glided along her black lips as she took off at a sprint towards the alluring aroma. Her legs took lengthy strides before returning to her furry underside and repeating.
Reaching the dead animal she eyed her surroundings carefully to make sure it wasn't some ones. All she found was that she was completely alone, so she step forth to the aleatory prey. As she scanned over it she saw that one of it's legs was broken and infected. Tearing off the bad meat she was careful not to get any puss in her maw, she laid it down two wolf lengths from her meal. Turning she walked back and dug into the slightly cold chest meat of the deer. Behind her she wagged her tail out of pure joy.
After only a little time of eating she heared a twig snap from behind her. Hackles slowly raised creating a sea of spikes down her back. Raising her head she laced her ears back and bared her bloody teeth into a snarl while her eye lids slanted into slits for her eyes to peer from safely. She whipped around moving backwards to stand over the buck. She stood awaiting the intruder who wished to trample her parade. Smelling the air she confirmered that the twig snapper was a wolf, a deep growl rumbled forth from low in her chest to her leathery lips vibrating out. I'm not letting this one go, not after being hungry for so long. she thought fiercely in her mind.(Max of four wolves aloud, no teaming up...all against all.)