Overture Downs The loner marches under a thousand eyes

SHadowheart trudged through the late winter snow, his fur keeping out the worst of the cold. However, the night air had a bite to it, which combined with a mild breeze to make him shiver slightly from winter's chill. But the cold on the outside was nothing compared to the cold, empty stomach that he unfortunately possesed. It had been over a week since his last meal, and the pangs of hunger were beginning to set in. Another wolf might have sought out a pack just for the benefits of a better food supply, as well as the companionship in the harsh winter. Indeed Shadowheart knew there were other packs in the area, he had come across a pack wolf after all. But he was too stubborn to think about trying to join one.

And although he didn't want to admit it, too afraid as well.

So he continued on, trying to focus on other things to take his mind of his hunger and his pain. He gazed skyward, seeing the stars through the occasional break in the cloud cover. The stars had always been a source of comfort for him. They had been a constant companion in a life full of broken ties. The stars had kept him sane, as he knew they would always be something he could count on to be there. They wouldn't leave or betray him. The dark male sighed lowly before tearing his gaze from the heavens, continuing his search for prey in the dark silence of the night.