The Heartwood Heartwood Snacking

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Red eyes searched past the oaks and maples for some kind of prey. Unfortunately for Scarlett the woods seemed deserted. Her white body was like a beacon of light with the brown and grey trees that surrounded the young female. She ruffled her fur and changed into a trot. She could hear the rushing of moving water. Great! Where there was water there was mud. She could use it to camouflage herself. Her dry mouth reminded her that she needed a drink too. It was settled. After a quick trot she reached the moving water. Her first instinct was to drink from the cold water. After she was quenched she lowered her body into the mud and rolled through it. Her head and back was smeared with the brown dirt. She laid on her side for a moment before getting to her feet. He must have looked really charming right now.

A soft breeze brought a smell to her nose. A carcass. The white wolf's stomach growled. It was better than nothing. She wasn't that skilled at hunting just yet. Maybe it had been a better idea to practice on the ducks at Duck Lake. No, instead she had wandered through new found areas in hope she might just casually run into something bigger. Being on her own for such a long time left her less scared to explore without a pack. The wolf moved forward when she saw the 90% eaten mule deer. Foolishly she didn't even look around to check if someone was there before starting to find some left over meat on the bones. The meat was though to bite through but at least she had some of a quick snack to still her hunger.