The Wildwood Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump Away

His jaws slavered for no good reason. Tokino had made the stupid decision to just <i>think</i> about food and now his stomach was churning. Licking away the drool after thinking about fresh deer meat, Tokino scented the air for anything that he might be able to catch. Snowshoe hare was fresh on the breeze. He might have a chance catching that creature if the rabbit wasn't too close to its burrow. Sighing the silver speckled man searched through the other scents clouding his nose.
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Oak tree, fungus, maple tree, step mushrooms, owl pellet, lichen, birch tree, cardinal, moss, dead indistinguishable small mammals, grass, deer mouse, bugs, the tempting hare from before, and something else. Just the tiniest whiff of some decaying carcass on the wind. It was far off and would likely take the gray wolf half the day just to get to it at his current pace. Tokino sighed then picked up his head and started off in the direction of food. Hopefully by the time he got to it the scavengers wouldn't have picked the carcass clean by then. Tokino needed a good meal to keep him going strong. rabbits and squirrels just weren't satisfying even though they kept the gray wolf alive.
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His icy blue gaze kept themselves loose in his head glancing around at the tree's and landscape as it went by. This sightseeing also doubled as checking for dangerous creatures like bear, some lingering coyote looking for food, or even those of his own kind. Tokino would rather not see any of his own kind unless he sought them out himself. Or perhaps if they were a part of a pack. The silver male was interested in pack life once more. Perhaps to help take care of pups which he secretly loved to be around so much.
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A memory of seven little pups at his sisters belly made the gray males stomach knot up. Pushing away the bitter memory Tokino continued on his path towards food. Life sustaining food which would keep the Lagina moving for at least another week or so.

Arlette Dieudonné Lyall The young lady was notde profundis , but she was trying again. Arlette made sure to give a final look to the resting grounds of her brothers, try to hold onto something genuine that she was here, and she needed to put in a better effort of who she wanted to be as she still could. A couple unwinding breaths, she felt she could tell the Hollow goodbye, temporarily at least. She knew the next place she wanted to go, the Mountain of Dire. Raising on her toes, she squinted her eyes just right where she looked to be setting nose upon its icy top. Strange to think she had been there once, but the same had not. Falling flat to her paws, a ruffled breath parted her lips, and her toes fidgeted. She kept wanting to think then what? Arlette did not know, and of coarse it scared her! The mountain would take a good few days, and she wanted to force herself to rest, to eat properly which she really did not need to remind her body. White tail curling, and uncurling with an invisible shove she was off, making sure not to look back at the cedar woods, at the shadow of home. Forward, that was what was next. The two year old made good progress she thought, out of the forest, through the creek, and into the wood that reminded her of some story of heaven and hell. While her light colored yellow irises eagerly sought for the snowy cap, it began to fade the deeper she wandered into this place. Suddenly, she became very aware how alone she was without a familiar embrace of any kind or direct course. When the path darkened how easy her eyes darted along the shadows, her nose deciphering for danger. While she may have been lucky enough to come across Fenru, she did not count on any more occurrences. There was a cry in her throat, threatening to build thinking about him because he must be on the other side of the mountain. Long gone, and unlikely to see the fickle girl for a third time. Lettie was sure there was only a certain number of times he could be nice to her. Briefly, she tried to draw up how she could thank him, let him know she did appreciate his simple kindness. That drew up a big blank, she had nothing to give. Lettie was not given much time to beat herself up further on the issue, she smelled a wolf, and something dead. While her own stomach growled for such a morsel, she trekked lightly. The white wolf would not pick out the silver wolf among the dull toned surroundings at first. There she was, standing out a snow bank in spring, trying not to let her levels of fear rise.

(This post was last modified: Jun 01, 2013, 05:19 AM by Arlette.)