Snowforest Taiga Hugs and Kisses for All Around

Paws pounded against the earth as the ghost swiftly ran, weaving between trees as he took chase. Heavy breaths were taken with each step as his lungs filled with air to keep him going and the early morning sun rose to the sky as it trickled through the leaves and branches of the great ancient trees that stood tall all around him. Though a fan of nature, now was not the time to focus on the living but instead the dead. A wounded white tail deer had been the unfortunate victim of abandonment, and now ran for its life that would surely end within the passing days. Though it seemed luck was in the prey's favor today.

A fallen branch from the deadly storm that had passed by was hidden behind a large boulder and would be the cause to the cotton fur wolf's unsuccessful hunt. As the deer pranced away taunting him of his defeat, quick pants left the man's mouth as he moved into shade to attempt to cool himself after the run. Crucial energy important to survival had been wasted, and it was become clear to the male that life without a pack was proving to be difficult. Though he had only left his former pack a couple of months ago, his strength was already wearing thin. A solitary life was not effortless and he feared that winter would soon be upon him and he would be forced to join a pack before he was ready. 

The man knew little about this foreign land, however he was certain there were packs in the area. He had spotted an abundant of wolves within the time he had occupied the wilds here, only supporting his case more that packs did indeed exist here. As the rapid pants began to come to stead pace, Ajax moved into a sphinx like position and allowed his eyelids to flutter closed so that he may rest and regain energy before he tried his luck in another hunt. And while it appeared the male be dozed off in a deep slumber, it was truly nothing but a simple rest as he wouldn't dare sleep in such a vulnerable position.