Cedar Sweep Western Red Cedar

For @Envy <3

Sparse rays of light passed through the snow covered limbs of the cedar sweep, weakly dappling the forest floor. Dim and cold, the cedar trees and their overlapping limbs upheld the curtain of dark that draped over a wolf as he continued on his lonely trek through the wood.

Hawthornn's paws sunk into the snow. Only the soft crunch of each footfall accompanied him. Hibernating animals would still be in their winter homes, and those that remained awake would only brave the open out of necessity.

Hunger occupied his gut as naturally as a cat curled up in the sun. It licked at his sides and voiced its displeasure in low groans.

It was his third day without a morsel of food. The thought had occurred to him to strip the trunks of the trees of their bark. If deer found nutrition in it, couldn't he? Nonetheless, he did not favor the idea of chewing up wood. No sane wolf would like splinters in his gums.

So he walked. His path was slow and idle. Eyes of goldenrod eagerly tracing the shadows for any movement that may indicate a meal.