Wolf RPG

She's hungry; there's no denying it now. She can feel the way her skin hangs over her bones. It's not pleasant, and she knows there's no use in trying to go back the way she came. Hardly any use in trying to go forward. She hasn't run into many wolves, though she knows they're here— the packs are keeping to themselves, most like, and the loners are trying to avoid a fight just like she is. It's not what she'd wanted, of course, but this was the life you signed up for when you left home. It would make or break her.

"Well," she says, to no one in particular, "This is a good enough place to die as any."

As she makes her way across the eastern river, moving into the heart of the "island", Cypher catches wind of something small and tasty. She can't help but to salivate, and after a moment of listening, she lunges at a bush with a snap of her teeth. She feels something furry in her mouth, the sensation accompanied by a high-pitched squeal of pain and anger. Somehow, she'd managed to bite the tail of a squirrel clean off, and it's already up a nearby tree.

Cypher spits out the tail. It's nothing but bone and hair; it'd only serve to block her up. She sighs, golden eyes dull as they scan the barren landscape.

For the most part, life sucked. She was starving, and any hunt she attempted was pretty much a massive failure. Anything she did hunt she'd offer Saena but... well, she hadn't had a successful hunt in about a month. That's what happened to talentless wolves in time of famine. Chosovi feared the worst. Feared words she had heard would ring true. The strong survived. She wasn't strong, nor especially smart, nor a brilliant hunter... Her life wasn't that brilliant or amazing, because she was a wallflower.

And she was used to it. At the Creek, she wasn't hated or love. She just existed. She knew it was her own fault, and hadn't minded much... until now, when it dawned on her that when she died, it'd not mean really anything to anyone here. No one would care. "Oh, Chosovi died! And hey, look at that leaf!"

It caused her to need to escape the Creek for a bit. Maybe she should be a bit more proactive, but, well, she had a wounded ego to nurse for an hour or so first.

Hunger made her a bit of a spacehead, so it was no wonder she missed the wolf at first. But the scent of blood--was she imagining things?--caused her to look toward Cypher, then toward the tree, and up at the squirrel. In true Chosovi fashion, she raced toward the tree, reared on her wobbly and weak hinds [hunger], and bark about a hundred times at the pest. 'Come back down here!!!!!!!' seemed to be the message, but it glared right at the wolf. Still, Chosovi didn't stop. It was like... it felt like her last hope.

She notices the other female as their gazes meet, but before Cypher can say anything the stranger is running in the direction of the squirrel. She just watches, expressionless, too out of her mind with hunger to spend the energy going after the plain, tawny female. It's when the other starts barking and won't quite that Cypher sighs— because her only other option is hysterical laughter— and makes her way toward the tree.

"Hey," she says gently. "Honey, it's no use."

Cypher moves to try and break the other from her desparate focus, not particularly keen on seeing one of her own majestic species bark itself to death. But the other is incensed, and unwilling to be distracted from her quarry— and with a shake of her head, Cypher leaves the woman to her own devices.