Wolf RPG - lay down your head

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Tonight was one of the few nights that Evening wished she had another wolf at her side. This forest was permeated with the scent of elk, but there was no way that she could bring one down by herself, not even if she’d known how to hunt elk. She was starving, although this was nothing new. She was always starving, perpetually underweight. Dejectedly, she began sniffing the ground for scents of rabbit or fox or anything small enough for her to hunt on her own. There were some faint smells here and there, but it seemed that all smaller prey animals had already gone to bed, or were far away from her. She sighed, and on a whim, followed an older trail. There was nothing else she could do, and giving up completely would mean no food tonight.

Attempts made earlier in the day to feed himself had left Duskhall nothing but exhausted, aggravated, and hungrier than when he'd begun. He was always hungry— the hallmark of a swelling two year-old on the cusp of entering his prime— but it ventured to a point where the vicious rumble in his gut became too cumbersome to endure while awake. So he slept in a shallow dig until it was dark; and though the rumble was still there when he woke, he was no longer winded from his failed hunts that afternoon.

Snuffling about, scouring for a trail of something fresh, the hound paused only to observe a moonwashed figure through the trees. After discerning that she was another wolf, and therefore inedible, the wraith floated on, trailing into the woods further for some sort of lingering quarry.

Evening caught the scent of another wolf, too close for comfort. Despite her wish to be near another tonight, she had not expected her wish to come true, and the suddenness with which it had frightened her. She stood still for a few moments, waiting for the wind to change and bring the scent to her nose again so that she could tell what direction they were in. She turned accordingly and just barely saw a darker shape against the darkness of the forest, moving away from her. She was gripped with indecision for a moment, uncertain if she should call out or remain silent and let them go. But she was hungry and, in the end, her stomach decided for her. Two wolves hunting together was better than hunting alone. Not wanting to disturb the silence of the forest too much, she let out a quiet chuff and hoped that the male would stop to interact with her.