Post by Ember on Oct 12, 2009 14:48:17 GMT -5
Ember pressed herself low to the ground, trying to mimic what she'd seen adult wolves do. She wanted to imitate their silent steps but hers always seemed too clumsy and too loud. Even though she was much smaller, why did the grasses and leaves seem to always rustle when she tried to pass by?
Nervous and hesitant, the amber furred pup lied down to hide behind a moss covered rock. This was the closet she'd gotten to another mammal in a long time. So far, the tiny mouse seemed to be oblivious of her presence. Maybe soon, she'd finally feel fresh meat in her stomach. The thought made her mouth water and, before she knew it, a small, eager whimper escape her throat.
The mouse heard the sharp whine of hunger and scurried off. NO!!! Ember jumped up after it but the rodent had disappeared into its burrow. Ember tried to stick her snout in after it but all she got was a nose full of dirt. For a while, the little wolf tried digging after her quarry. But it was no use. The brown mouse was gone.
With a pitiful whimper, she lied down in defeat. There just had to be be food a way she could get some food. As the disappointed young wolf picked herself up, a gentle wind stirred the trees around her and tickled Ember's wet, black nose. Immediately, her ears perked up. Was that...? BEARS! She almost turned to run before she recognized another smell the wind also carried: rotting meat.
Crouched down as if ready to run, Ember battled with a moment of indecision. Finally, hunger won out over fear and she begin to creep towards where the smells were coming from. Moving slowly and always ready to run, Ember soon peeked up from behind a large, protruding tree root. A little ways ahead, lying on its side, was an enormous bear. Usually, the young wolf would flee at the first sign of such a beast. But this one was obviously dead. The bushes and smaller plants around the area had been trampled and torn apart. Mingled with the smell of death were the scents of two adult bears. It seemed there had been a fight here not too long ago. The older, weaker bear had died from his wounds.
Head low and looking this way and that, Ember scampered towards the huge carcass. A bounty like this wouldn't go unattended for long. If she wanted a share, she'd have to be quick.
Climbing up the bear's furry mass, Ember worked her teeth into a large gash on the beast's flank. The bear's hide was tough and Ember probably wouldn't have been able to tear it on her own. Her teeth were sharp but her muscles still young. Luckily, the other bear had already created many deep slashes and bites she could work with.
Nervous and hesitant, the amber furred pup lied down to hide behind a moss covered rock. This was the closet she'd gotten to another mammal in a long time. So far, the tiny mouse seemed to be oblivious of her presence. Maybe soon, she'd finally feel fresh meat in her stomach. The thought made her mouth water and, before she knew it, a small, eager whimper escape her throat.
The mouse heard the sharp whine of hunger and scurried off. NO!!! Ember jumped up after it but the rodent had disappeared into its burrow. Ember tried to stick her snout in after it but all she got was a nose full of dirt. For a while, the little wolf tried digging after her quarry. But it was no use. The brown mouse was gone.
With a pitiful whimper, she lied down in defeat. There just had to be be food a way she could get some food. As the disappointed young wolf picked herself up, a gentle wind stirred the trees around her and tickled Ember's wet, black nose. Immediately, her ears perked up. Was that...? BEARS! She almost turned to run before she recognized another smell the wind also carried: rotting meat.
Crouched down as if ready to run, Ember battled with a moment of indecision. Finally, hunger won out over fear and she begin to creep towards where the smells were coming from. Moving slowly and always ready to run, Ember soon peeked up from behind a large, protruding tree root. A little ways ahead, lying on its side, was an enormous bear. Usually, the young wolf would flee at the first sign of such a beast. But this one was obviously dead. The bushes and smaller plants around the area had been trampled and torn apart. Mingled with the smell of death were the scents of two adult bears. It seemed there had been a fight here not too long ago. The older, weaker bear had died from his wounds.
Head low and looking this way and that, Ember scampered towards the huge carcass. A bounty like this wouldn't go unattended for long. If she wanted a share, she'd have to be quick.
Climbing up the bear's furry mass, Ember worked her teeth into a large gash on the beast's flank. The bear's hide was tough and Ember probably wouldn't have been able to tear it on her own. Her teeth were sharp but her muscles still young. Luckily, the other bear had already created many deep slashes and bites she could work with.
