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It had been a hard journey and the young wolf was exhausted. He had been resting for over twelve hours now and his poor paws still ached from the walk. It was the pain in his heart that was crippling however. He still had not decided how he was going to be able to carry on without his parents and brother at his side. The famine had hit the pack hard and Smoke was now the only one left, or at least, given his brother, Flames, choice to stay at the valley, he could only presume he was the only one left. For it was a decision that surely would have lead to his brothers death. Yet he admired his courage and loyalty and hoped to one day have the same resolve, but his survival instinct was too strong, he had to leave, whilst he still had the strength to.
He had found a nice quiet small corner in Neverwinter Forest, shaded by the trees mostly but a small spot of the winter sun's warmth in the form of a small wolf-sized gap in the trees. And here he sat curled up with his tail shielding his nose from the cold wind basking. A small pile of bones lay next to him, the remains of a small rabbit that he had picked every last morsel from to satisfy his hunger. He had given silent thanks to the forget, grateful for it's bounty and was dozing in the afternoon. It had been a long morning, with his acceptance.
He had shown much submission, presenting his unprotected stomach before the packs border patrol before asking to join their ranks. It was only days before that he had come to the realization that he could no longer wander alone. His father had warned him of the dangers a Lone Wolf faces, and he did not wish to end up mauled for trespassing or hungry once again for lack of prey density in non-pack lands. There was a reason a wolf pack chose to settle where it did and usually it was close to the best hunting spots.
Letting out a depressed sigh to himself he allowed himself the pleasure of drifting off, but his dreams were far from peaceful and filled with dark memories of recent events and it is for that reason he started to thrash about, running, but on his side, letting out the occasional whine before waking with a start, silver eyes filled with fear.
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