The quietude of the day was almost disconcerting to the regal wolf. He stood in the marsh, the cream of his undersides slick with the wet from the land as morning soon became late day. The clouds were grey, though Ruiko did not yet scent rain in the air. The trees were losing the final leaves of the year; the bright hues of autumn had faded to brown and the wolf noted with a heavier heart that winter would swiftly be on the doorsteps of Relic Lore.
Bending his muzzle down, the tawny male scented what had once been the nest of a badger. Likely, it had camped out in the area briefly, soon realizing that the wet lands were not a welcoming place to call home to any creature who burrowed their den closer in the underground. In turn, a low rumbling growl escaped the wolf’s stomach, furthering him to move once more in search of a meal. Most of his hunts were completed to feed the growing youth of the River pack, but the children were almost fully grown now, and it seemed Indru and Corinna were doing fine now. His presence was no longer needed at Swift River, and Ruiko could feel his paws becoming antsy with the desire to move on and settle himself.
The harsh caw of a crow drew his bright gaze up. The black bird hopped along the branches of a tree that had long been dead, its beady eyes glaring down at him. With his lips twisting to a silent snarl, Ruiko’s tail lashed as he regarded the bird quietly, wondering why they were such pests.
(This post was last modified: Nov 22, 2011, 03:58 PM by Ruiko.)