Sex: FemaleTime of Day: Late Evening: Temperature: 40F but swiftly falling as the sun sets.
Once again, her paws led her from her chosen den in the base of Mount Dire... her white pelt moving slowly through the trees that seemed omnipresent in the world she lived in. Hunting had been hard for the half blind female, and as of yet - she'd managed to catch a marmot, which she gave to another, and a scattering of squirrels, mice and other small rodents. The pinch of hunger in her gut was one that Vlarindara was far too familiar with - and had she not required sustenance to survive, she would have remained in her den. However, despite her disfigurations and self-hatred, something spurred the femme to keep living.. So she left to hunt.
Ranging farther away from her home than normal, she decided that she might try her luck southeast of the small den site. After all - there were still only two packs in the realm - that she was aware of.. perhaps... there were others...And it would be good information to have, to know where different pack borders lay. Nose to the ground, the lupine moved in a steady, but gentle lope. As it always seemed these days, her plumed tail was held low, feathered edges sweeping the ground to pick up debris and junk. The meadow loomed ahead, and the ivory female froze, remaining hidden amongst the trees that surrounded the place. Once she passed through this last barrier of protection, there would be none - and her chances of hunting would be much...much smaller.
Waiting was the name of the game, and it paid off as the last vestiges of light were casting an eerie glow across the evening sky. High above, she could see the first of the stars twinkling in the darkest part of the sky, and in the meadow - a small grouping of deer. Now, normally, a lone wolf wouldn't go after a fully grown deer...but when they were half starved..they became desperate. Vlarindara waited yet a little longer until the group ranged closer to where she was hiding. All three appeared to be does.. one smaller than the rest and still sporting the last hints of fawn spots on her hide. Good... That one would be her target.
Slowly, the female withdrew from her hiding place and began to stalk around the circumference of the clearing. She would need to ensure that she remained downwind of the animals.. and that they were closer to her when she made her initial charge. After all, their legs were much longer than her own - and once they saw her..it was all over. With a pack, she might have been less cautious, intending to scare the things into the hungry jaws of the other wolves.. but this time.. she was alone, and kept moving, the goung painstakingly slow.. After all, a single broken stick would alert them to her presence..
