Wolf RPG

Alduin’s brindled fur shines with the wetness of the ocean, spiking up and damp from his swim to the mainland. The night is still young, but darkness has overtaken the light of day. The stars shine bright above the cursed wolf as he moves through the sand and then rolling hills of grass.

In the distance he sees a river, thirst overtakes him and his paws move him closer to the shimmering water. Shaking out his pelt, Alduin drops his head to lap up the liquid with a dark tongue. Spotted auds swivel in every direction, listening to the sounds of the land. 

For a quiet few moments, he wonders if he is alone…

the bard had gone hungry another day. then two. then five. but that was alright. he was now assured that in times of greatest need, he'd be fed by kindness of strangers and love of mother nature.

still, it was terribly difficult to sleep with a groaning stomach.

he'd curled up in a makeshift nest of grass, an awkward and unguarded shelter, and now rose with a slight frown. water. the rich blood of planet earth would surely sate him somewhat, if not, just trick his tongue for a night.

the dog approached the river, noisy even if he wasn't humming a half-and-half tune that mixed two songs at once. he dipped his beard in the rushing water and lapped deep, as to fill his belly.