Wolf RPG

Daylight streamed through the trees. Birds sang overhead, bustling about between the boughs and leaves that played with the touch of the wind. Beneath the looming foliage trailed two figures, Pyramus and Thisbe.

Pyramus lowered his head to the earth to sniff at the forest floor. There was a scent of rabbit on the air that watered his mouth. Pyramus looked to his silent shadow and offered a quick flash of his teeth in an open-mouthed grin.

Wolves were near to the woodland. The scent of their markings existed on the caldera just beyond the forest border. Pyramus wondered if they would oppose to two wildlings hunting in their neighboring territory.

Thisbe was tired after their stay in the unfamiliar wood. The sounds of creatures that roamed in darkness had kept her ears perked, alert for any approaching shapes. Pyramus had slept the entire time and had woken with a sickeningly cheery expression.

The dark she-wolf scented the rabbit. Thisbe sniffed sharply, trotting forward to trail after the remnants of prey aroma until she found where the rabbit had stopped to feed on leaves.

One look to Pyramus stated she did not care about the wolves. She wanted food.