Wolf RPG

Her stomach hurt.

Win cracked open one of her eyes to stare blankly at the midday sun. It beat across her sprawled form in the shadow of a bush she’d managed to crawl beneath.

She shuffled enough to roll to her stomach, ignoring the way her stomach cramped and rolled, and swaggered to the waterside. Her hipbones stuck out from the waft of hair on her back, far too thin for this late in the season.

But well. Win wasn’t a great hunter to begin with, and to add to it the great scars on her flanks and legs made it difficult to move some days. But, well. She didn’t quite care, she was managing, she said as she sucked down carrion and made grabs for slow to flee birds. Three out of four times were fails, but that once in a try she managed to grab one, well. She would feast for the night.

Win, unconcerned, just walked out into the water and proceeded to dunk her face into it. Maybe she’d see a fish she couldn’t catch, who knew!

The cocoa-furred wolf lounged amid the reeds, enjoying the sunny yet unseasonably cool weather. She had awakened from a nap almost an hour ago, but there was no urgency to get up. Fortune had been  on her side earlier that morning, because she had managed to kill and eat a  mother duck with a lame wing, and several of her offspring. It had pained Hollis to slaughter the family, but she could not afford to pass on any opportunity to eat. Such was the life of a loner. 

The only sounds came from the occasional duck call, or from soft splashes of the swimming birds. Hollis was therefore alarmed when an unusually loud splash issued from the lake, immediately lifting her head and looking in the direction of the noise. She was startled by what she saw - not a beaver at play or a deer quenching its thirst, but a wolf, now standing in the water with her head tucked below the surface.

Hollis hesitated. She did not want trouble, but it had been so long since she had interacted with her own kind. The woman was taller than Hollis but she was waifish, thin like herself. Neither one of them would likely benefit from a scuffle. 

Hollis got up and approached the lakeside, sitting on the rocky shore with the digits of her front paws touching the softly lapping water. She emitted a loud chuff, not certain that the pale woman would be able to hear her in her current position.

The part of her head that was still above water, namely her ears, picked up the sound of another. Win pulled her face out of the water, licking the droplets from her nose.

The call had come from a brown wolf, smaller than her, but just as thin. It made a part of her want to smirk because wasn’t that just funny.

Yeah? She asked a moment later, raising an eyebrow. Was this some claimed land, or a wolf eager for company?

The stranger must have heard, for she pulled her head out of the water, dripping as she looked back at Hollis and gave a questioning response.

"What are you doing?" Hollis answered in wonder, mirroring the other woman's expression with a lift of one of her own brows. There were no fishers in Hollis' past, and while she knew that the water-creatures existed, it had never occurred to her to hunt them. She therefore had no idea why the canine had waded into the lake and plunged just her face below the surface.