Thanos awoke from a sleep of heavy dreams. It seemed to be cloudy out and looked as if it was going to rain. Standing up he stretched and walked around. The area seemed to unusual and strange. Scents of pack borders made his nose twitch. Making sure he stayed away from them. Shaking out his fur a bit he made sure the dirt was out. Being a little hungry he sniffed at the ground looking for something. It finally caught his nose, a Hare. A wide grin planted on his face as he tracked it down. Thanos could tell it was injured and headed straight for it. Looking around he finally saw it. There it was on the ground injured and helpless. Crouching down he knew this one would be his for sure. Before he could even think he jumped through the air and landed right behind it. One snap of his jaws and the Hare was dead. Settling down with it between his paws he started to rip into it.
Once Thanos had been finished with it he flung the hare into the trees to rot and be left for the birds. Licking his lips he know felt a bit thirsty. Sniffing around he waited to see if another wolf was around. Thinking there might be he whispered out "Hello? Anyone there?" tilting his head he glanced around with his bright amber orbs. Of course he better keep moving if he wanted to find his brothers. None of their scents came to him, that was unless they joined a pack and gained a new scent.