He had seen the landscape change under his paws. From the dense forest where he grew up to the open plains where he had seen a great migration and had been powerless to take advantage of the plentiful food, to weak to even drag off a newborn caribou calf by himself. It was these times that he considered turning and returning to his family, but his grandmothers stubborn streak would kick in and he continued on.
He had climbed the snow peaked mountains and faced the blizzards they threw at him, and came out the other side to be pursued by the pack who's territory he had unwittingly trespassed on. He had lived off rabbits, rodents and lemmings for almost as long as he could remember.
He finally reached level ground again and found himself in a forest that looked so familiar yet so different. As he wandered he let his eyes roam up and around. The trees were different, the smells were different and yet he felt content. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of grey and his attention turned to the...rabbit? It didn't quite look right it was the closest thing he knew. He crouched low and pounced, snapping its neck effectively. He could hardly remember the last time he had managed to catch something this large and gulped it down greedily.
It was time for a break anyway. He found a cool patch of shade and settled himself down, resting his head on his paws. He knew he shouldn't sleep but his eyes became heavy and it the more he fought it the harder it was to stay awake. <i>A quick nap won't hurt...</i> was the last thought to pass through his head before the blackness overtook him.
(This post was last modified: Jan 17, 2012, 12:13 PM by Kanosak.)