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The sun lifted itself from it’s nightly slumber and began to ink the sky, in streams of pink and purple light. Last night had been awakening and then delightful; he had been rewarded for coming to a conclusion. For that he needed to make an offering, and soon.
For the past two days, no food made it hard for him to concentrate currently, although the past two days had been fruitful until this moment he had not even thought about food. His overweight body didn't mind using it's reserves but his stomach complained at it's emptiness
Zev realized he needed a pack to feed off of in order to continue living this way. After coming to this realization during his evening jaunt, he was haunted by the scent of death, that scent called to him like a siren to a sailor, following it he came across an owl carcass, perhaps dead three days maybe more.
This did not detour him, in fact it made him happier, Zev crouched down and stared at the carcass from two feet away and mumbled incoherently for several long minutes before he crawled up to the bug-ridden thing and rolled on it, before closing his eyes and devouring all that he could as if it were the tastiest thing on the planet, and perhaps to him, it was.
Birds began to sing their morning song amidst Zev groans and moans. He, having slept out in the open with no den to keep his warmth close he was stiff this morning. He rolled off the dead owl carcass he had torn into last night, it’s feathers still clung to him and stuck in his slightly matted coat. Zev didn’t care of his looks or his smell, he quickly grabbed up the now clean owl skull and carried it with him, perhaps he could gift it to what pack he could convince to take him in
The brute knew he was coming close to a packs borders the reek of so many wolves in one place was unmistakable. He almost shuttered involuntarily, he hated to spend time with other wolves, but he needed them to help feed him while he carried out his experiments, these lands were rife with herbs and sacrifices.
He settled himself just to the outside of the well marked border, holding the owl skull in his half open jaw he waited patiently grinning like a fool. He could trade for a place in the pack, they’d have need for him eventually, they all did…
(This post was last modified: Jun 19, 2017, 02:00 AM by Zev.)