February 28, 2018, 01:14 PM
On his way to find the ocean, Coast's original itinerary had been distorted by both the weather and his own tactless whims. And if you asked him, it was more of the former's fault than his own. The coal-tipped wolf prowled now for a source of water in the midst of a biting windchill, having just recently come from a short hibernation among the roots of a broad tree. He cared little for the harsh cold now; he'd slept as long as he could to let the brunt of the storm pass, but his tumbly was just too rumbly at this time.
Before he found water, however, he found the faint scent of blood—wolf's blood—which ordinarily held no interest of his, but he investigated out of nosiness, not expecting what he found.
A ring of blisters rimming the muzzle of some poor she-wolf. He nearly laughed, though managed to hide his smile as he came near, adopting instead a look of mild sympathy. He tsked. "Frostbite?" he asked, coming to a loose stand several feet from her, his tone was decidedly neutral; though there was some effort on his part to keep it that way.
Before he found water, however, he found the faint scent of blood—wolf's blood—which ordinarily held no interest of his, but he investigated out of nosiness, not expecting what he found.
A ring of blisters rimming the muzzle of some poor she-wolf. He nearly laughed, though managed to hide his smile as he came near, adopting instead a look of mild sympathy. He tsked. "Frostbite?" he asked, coming to a loose stand several feet from her, his tone was decidedly neutral; though there was some effort on his part to keep it that way.
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on the move, collecting numbers - by RIP Lainie - February 09, 2018, 09:20 PM
RE: on the move, collecting numbers - by Bantam - February 28, 2018, 01:14 PM