Sex: MaleThe man was still unsure of the lands, especially after his confrontation with @Oddysseia not long ago. He had not done much exploring and had yet to find himself at a pack. While he had smelt one, he stayed away. He needed to know about the lands badly, but the man was irritable with hunger. He held little interest in confronting the strangers and finding out if or not this place for them. Olwen had not found the caribou herd and his family was still waiting for him outside of these lands. He was stressed and worn thin.
After wondering so far he felt he had lost himself in the endless fields of snow so he pointed his muzzle to the sky and let out a hopeless cry. He called for them, his voice dominant among the howling winds that pushed through his thick winter fur. As lips drew closed the man was met with silence. No one answered. He was alone. They were no where to be seen or heard. Desperate he cried out again for his family, tone more urgent this time. It seemed the male went into a state of panic as he begun to howl over and over again. His only answer the lonely wind.
Where were they? Saddened the man allowed his shoulders to slump, hanging his head. He had brought them so far...and for what? The man felt defeated, standing there alone and shameful. He questioned his leadership greatly in this hour of need.
(This post was last modified: Mar 01, 2018, 04:15 PM by Olwen.)