It was cooler up here, and that is the way he liked it. The man had recently entered the lore, and immediatly took to the mountains- what he was most familiar with. He had scowered the area for a densite, and found a small outcrop of rock that formed a small cave due to other jagged rocks surrounding it. He could get used to it up here. Tlarx slipped out from the rocks, white-gray pelt catching the sunlight. Deep brown eyes scanned across the mountain, then dropped down below. He stood like a statue, observing the wilderness, wondering what was down here. With a grunt, he turned, beginning to pad along the hard surfaces of the stones to look for food.
A harsh wind blew, rustling the black furs upon his back. Face stoic an unmoved, he continued onward, nose taking in the scents around him. Within minutes, a pungent odor entered his nostrils, and he flinched. A free meal. With a flick of his thick tail, the large man began to lope forth, mouth parting to get a better scent of the air. He could taste it. Goat. He was familiar with the creature, for his old pack would hunt several of the stout beasts. Small ears flickering, the wolf released a woof of pleasure as he happened upon the half eaten corpse. Cautiously, Tlarx stopped, eyeing his surroundings. The way the goat was torn seemed to signify that it was slaughtered by a cougar. Pathetic big cats they were. With a roll of his eyes, he slinked forward, approaching the corpse.
Jaws parted as a pink tongue yearned to come forth. He began to salivate- food had not met his stomach for two days. He was a creature of thick muscle, therefore needing a lot of food to function. Lowering his head greedily, fangs began to tear at the flesh, savoring the gamey meat. Although it seemed to be a day old, Tlarx appreciated the meal. Eating his fill, he raised his head, sighing in satisfaction.
(This post was last modified: May 10, 2012, 08:39 PM by Tlarx.)