Iktome Plains i remember when
All Welcome  April 15, 2018, 05:51 PM
Lone Wolves

Somewhere inside, the wolf paced, snarling in her own rage, "You are a wolf. You are stronger than this. Pull yourself together." But she was caged in her dark corner, words failing to reach her host; ignored.

Her femur was broken, and Zombie howled with the pain of it, tail between her legs.

Of course, over the span of her five years of life, Zombie had been through countless femurs— and each time one was lost, or broken through the wear and tear of being held in her jaws, the result was the same. Hours (if not days) of grief and hopelessness, before her senses returned and the she-wolf found it within herself to hunt for a replacement. It was her totem, her sense of security, and always had been— to be without the comfort of it in her jaws was like the sudden absence of a limb. Without it, the broken female felt her chance of survival severely drop.

"No, Jinx, nonono," she whimpered to herself. "You don't understand. Shut up!" A rage seized her, then, and she snapped at the air with a snarl.
April 18, 2018, 04:29 PM
First Mate

This time Roz ranged south, seeking perhaps something larger in the form of prey for the pack to take a stab at.  She didn't mind seal, but sometimes venison just sounded wonderful, and the season was coming for the deer to be about for springtime fun.

The sort of springtime fun that Rosalyn had strictly and stringently avoided up until now.  Some wolves were meant to be mothers; she didn't consider herself one of them.

Nose to the ground, she snuffed about but came up blank.  Lifting her head, she curled her tail up briefly, pondering.  Perhaps further inland?

Her ears twitched as she caught a faint muttering, and when she went to investigate, she saw a stranger who appeared... agitated.  Keeping her distance, Rosalyn strode a light ways off.  "You alright, luv?"  A friendly endearment, hopefully one that wouldn't incite anything.