Snow crunched softly as the raggedly shape trudged across the vast field. Dull silver eyes constantly on the lookout, ears straining to pick up the faintest noise. Any noise, he was getting desperate at this point, it felt like the pup had been trekking endlessly through the fog shrouded landscape. He would have thought it was just a dream if it hadn’t been for the constant gnawing emptiness that chewed at him from the inside. He wanted to stop and appreciate the erie beauty to the forlorn landscape, but at this point, Daesamar was finding it rather hard to try and stay cheery.
Eventually the weary youth stopped, slowly looking around once more before he spotted something different against the bleak field, a large boulder broke up the flat, grey landscape. Slowly, he made his way toward the stone, squinting as it came into view. A disappointed sigh escaped the black and silver wolf, he had hoped that maybe, just maybe it would have morphed into something, anything edible. He was starting to get desperate now, highly inexperienced in hunting in this ever cold and snow covered landscape, positive now that he’d never know the warmth of the sun kissing his back ever again.
He settled down on the snow, curling up with his back against the stone, th thought had crossed his mind, to attempt a raid on a pack cache, but itn terrified him at the same time. A sick feeling rose within his throat every time the thought came, it would highly displease his mother, and eh wasn’t willing to stoop to theft. Yet anyways, he groaned, laying his muzzle down, resting his cheek on his extended fore paws.