OOC: May it be: Enya.
A small nap, that's all he needed to recharge his batteries and return to the search.. for anything. The male blinked open ice blue eyes before getting to his feet and shaking off the accumulated snow from his winter pelt. The song of the night called to him and he listened.. howls of distant wolves, catacals of the owls.. rustling of bushes and other creatures. He lifted his head to the treetops, his eyes drifting along the different trunks before reaching the canopy, and the sky above. He could see the sun setting to the west and watched it with a sense of wonder.. the night falling and with it bringing the almost too-quite solitude that he hated. Maicoh turned, and before he'd even taken a step, looked up and watched the star his family called the 'North Star' and about how it would guide wayward wolves home.
Sorrow filled his normally cold heart and he tore his gaze from the brightly shining star, snorting as he tore his head to the side. No... such fairy tales had no substance.. His brother hadn't returned.. The male sighed, getting out of the hollow he'd created that afternoon and began walking back through the forest. He had heard water the day before and ignored it.. now he could no longer ignore his thirst and moved towards the frozen river. Shifting his weight to his hind legs, Maicoh broke the ice with his front paws and lowered his head, tasting the crisp bite to quench his thirst. Shadows shifted and danced among the different tree branches, and he lifted his head, watching and trying to make sense of them. His father had once told him that shadows were the guardians of the night.. but that couldn't be right.. he created shadows when he walked. They all did.
Another derisive snort escaped his snout and he turned away from the river with a flick of his tail. No more of this. It was time to get back down to business and stop being such a pansy - weakness would only get you killed. Leaves rustling, and the snapping of a branch caught his attention and he whirled - tail standing straight up, his fur sticking out on all sides, and his ivory teeth glistening in the falling moonlight. It wasn't another wolf he found.. but a doe that had come down to the riverbank to drink. She froze at the snarling teeth before turning tail and bounding away in feverish haste. Maicoh didn't bother to chase her down - he knew he couldn't catch her. His strength in the hunt was to finish the takedown of an animal that was too big.. but already slowed down. He was pure muscle and size.. little speed to him.