Sex: MaleMist — 6° F/-14° C
Charcoal's tongue slipped out from between his fangs, piercing green gaze drilling into the flock of geese that floated contently at the middle of the lagoon. He shifted slightly, singling out a lone goose that was drifting ever so closer to the wolf's hiding spot. He waited until the unsuspecting bird was a mere few feet from shore before springing from the undergrowth. The goose gave a loud honk, rearing back and frantically flapping its wings as Charcoal landed in the water directly under the bird. The rest of the flock took flight as both the wolf and bird disappeared under the waves.Ripples flowed across the surface of the lagoon as Charcoal's dark head erupted from the water, his jaws clamped around the neck of the limp goose. Coughing and sputtering, the wolf struggled to keep his head above the frothing waves, lurching forward in an attempt to paddle to shore. His paws scrambled for purchase on the slick bank as he dragged his sodden form as well as the goose from the water. He took a moment to give himself a rigorous shake, water droplets flying from his coat, before dragging the carcass into the undergrowth to eat peacefully.
Next time he would have to find easier prey. He didn't fancy getting wet and could have drowned if his paw got caught in a tangle of weeds at the bottom of the lagoon. But it was a risk worth taking. The goose should last him a day or two at least until he could find something else, or maybe even a suitable den, though he doubted he would find a den so early on in his journey. He still had the entire forest to scout out. But if the entire area was like the marsh he just left behind, then maybe he could just stay here. Shaking the tiresome thoughts from his head, the wolf settled down in the grass to pull at the feathers coating the goose as a thin wispy mist began to curl around his paws.
