Wolf RPG

  Her mother (the hallucination) was standing, looking towards the side. She yipped and barked some more, now trying to gulp air like a fish out of water as she struggled to stay awake. She was laying down, but her head up. The petite wolf gave up, before trying one more thing. She gave one, sole howl, echoing through the land, still trying to get the 'wolf's' attention. But maybe others heard it, she didn't care. 

 No luck, but now it seemed to be walking away. There was nothing she could do, as far as she knew. She just sat there, watching it walk away, farther and farther. She wanted to rest her head back on the ground, but she still kept her eyes on the horizon, looking for her mother. 

 Her leg had now created a pool of blood, but luckily had almost stopped bleeding. If she were in a different situation, she would've quickly attempted to bandage the wound. But now she just kept her eyes glued to the skyline.

Bloods ears twitched. He heard the echo of a loud howl. Coming from somewhere not to distant. He ignored it at first, continuing to trot clumsily up the slope. His nose was always glued to the ground searching for a possible meal, or even just a snack would do.

After wandering aimlessly for a number of minutes. Blood spotted a small rustle in the bushes, It was a small mouse. Not a large meal but it would at least see him through the rest of the day. He stalked it carefully. Making sure he was always downwind from the small creature. He pounced, killing it and gulping it down. He licked his chops, then remembered the howl from before, maybe if he looked hard enough he would be able to find the source.   

He set off up the hill, trying to catch the scent of a wolf.

Over a week had passed since the encounter with the ridge wolves, since her tribe had needed to relocate. The idea still displeased her greatly, and yet, she was not exactly angry about it. In the end, they had found a new place to settle within, a new home that would provide them with the means necessary to survive. Not only that, but the king had followed them, filling the new cavern with a sense of familiarity. It was home now, and that would not change. Not again. They were there to stay, and that was that. It was that resolve that had her then going beyond their new borders, trailing after an array of scents.

During their move, she had smelled several wolves within the vicinity of the peaks they were so near to. Not a single one had approached her as of yet, and so she'd set out in search of them. The girl's quest led her into the canyon, where the scents seemed especially strong. She wished to inquire about their intentions, figure out if they were planning to settle there and, if so, establish a treaty before either side was given a reason to pursue the start of a war. Asterr had witnessed enough aggression back at the dome, she would not allow for the same fate to befall her tribe once more.

Asterr trekked through the canyon, senses alert and head held high. Shortly after having entered it, however, a howl echoed out around her. It bounced off the canyon's walls, making it difficult to pinpoint it's exact point of origin, thereby forcing her to pursue it somewhat blindly. Several times she had wondered if she was heading in the right direction, as well as if the wolf she sought was even a member of what she believed to be a new pack. Eventually, though, the metallic scent of blood entered through her nostrils and then coated her tongue, making everything else seem unimportant. Whether the wolf was of the forming pack or not no longer matter, all that registered was the fact that they were injured in some fashion. From there, the dragoness followed the scent of blood until she had drawn close enough to go by sight alone.

At first glance, the stranger appeared dead. She was just laying there, eyes open and seeming to stare. The chieftess worried she had arrived too late, until the faint rise and fall of the other's side could be seen. The confirmation of life pulled her closer, eyes scanning over the body immediately. "Are you able to speak?" the yearling inquired, voice soft. Her posture was relaxed, amiable but laced with obvious concern, wishing not to stress out the stranger. She had yet to notice the scent of another drawing near, her main focus being on the girl who was laid out before her.

Blood caught scent of a wolf, He didn't believe it to be the one that had howled. He walked slowly towards the canyon to investigate the situation. As he neared the scents source, another. More alarming scent drifted into his nose, a scent that was truly evil, a metal like scent known only to it, blood. He proceeded with cation. Turning his head back every once and a while.

He arrived at the canyon, but was hesitant to go any further. Maybe he would wait and see if anything bad happened before continuing the search. He lay down, his ears erect and alert for any signs of danger.

   Strangers had come around her. She shut her eyes, hoping this would all go away. Her breathing was relaxed, her side going up and down. 'Don't hurt me,' she wanted to say, but from other experiences, it obviously never worked. She tried to curl up and hide, but her leg felt as if it were being cut off with a blunt knife. A low whimper escaped her lips. Her breath rapidly increased in a unsteady manor.