Shadewood shadow on the sun

After the first moment of exhilaration for being still alive after the storm had waned, Birk had turned to more practical matters. Such as dealing with hunger. And though tough and with an ability to endure long periods without food, he still preferred to look for edible stuff rather than telling his mind and stomach stories about "there is always tomorrow".

And in his search he left the thicket that had served as a shelter from the storm and wandered further down in the terra incognita. With all the snow that at some places was up to his chest (and he was not a small wolf) and the fact that smells were harder to track here, he considered himself quite lucky, when he found a frozen, meagre carcass of a crow. Too much feathers and a bit crunchy for his taste, but otherwise it had served it's purpose well. 

For time being he would not be too hungry, but, while still in the mood of exploring, Birk wandered further and further, until he caught a faint scent of someone near and - to be more exact - someone very much alive. "Oooooh... this will be exciting," he said to himself, then intensifying his efforts at locating this living thing. If it was not someone to talk to, it could be edible at least...

ooc: for timeline purposes set a day after the massive storm. If you need any adjustments made - PM me! :)