Wolf RPG

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he couldn't take it most days.

he spent most of this storm curled in a ball, humming nonsense to himself to distract his brain from the wind nad overwhelming whiteness. it was only when his hunger grew too much that he dared to venture out, but those were the worse, and he felt half mad, half feral with hunger and overstimulation.

today was one of those days. his tail and ears flicked relentlessly, both to keep them warm and to stim against the wind and emptiness. he almost prayed in thanks to some god or another when he found the half frozen corpse of a mountain goat on the slopes. he dug around it to free it from the snow, the skin of his pawpads both numb and on fire. benry sunk his teeth into the goat's leg, pulling, tugging with all his might. he'd bring it back to his lair and munch on it for as long as he could...yeah...that'd be good....