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Mortar will find her tasty ^_^

He had been traveling non-stop, it seemed, since he had risen from hibernation. He didn't know why his body had woken him up at all, seeing as how there was no food to be eaten except for fish. He liked fish, but he needed more. His body was thinning when it should have been growing with muscle and fast. Instead, it began to consume itself to stay alive. Ironic, isn't it?

But, fate may have just helped him out a little. He paused, hiding partially behind a tree as a wolf tried to fight against mud. Mortar didn't recognize the thick black substance as it didn't look like normal mud. Apparently, it didn't act like it either. He watched her struggle until she was finally out, exhausted and lying in a heap. Now was his chance. 

He pushed off with his back legs, running towards her. She wasn't moving, and it was his desperate hope that she wasn't strong enough to run away from him. He knew she wouldn't be strong enough to win against him, no matter what damage she tried to inflict. Hunger was the driving force, and right now, it was headed straight for the she-wolf.