Wolf RPG

Mac came out of his den and took a deep breath of cold morning air. Looking around he saw frost had settled on the flora and even as he shook his coat a fine settling of dew was shaken loose from his fur. Taking Burke's advice, his plan was to mark the borders in the hope of earning his place in the pack as a mercenary. Personally he thought the dead bodies would be enough to put anyone off, but if Burke wanted a scent too then that's he would unquestionably do for his leader.

It was only moments before he reached the borders, he sniffed around few a few moment making sure he was the only wolf around, which he was and then proceeded to do his duty.

The winter had begun long ago, and Brown had to eat as much as he could, or he would freeze to death. He lumbered towards towards a pack's border. He knew that it was't easy to catch a wolf, and it wasn't part of his diet, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He found a dead wolf on the ground, which confused him, but he ripped it apart and began consuming it nonetheless. How that wolf died, Brown didn't care, food was food to him.

 He thought he heard a wolf, but that wasn't important right now. He needed the food. He let a little growl just incase there was a wolf there. He didn't want anyone to disturb his meal. Though, he didn't look up, but continued his feast.