Duskfire Glacier I'll Stay Me

Adlartok stretched and shook out the small bit of frost in his already white and grey coat. He was almost like a set of snow himself, with the hues of gray and white that mixed and matched throughout his coat. Turning golden eyes he looked around, it was still early morning, but he was an early to bed early to rise sort of fellow.

He began at a slow trot, he would start hunting today. He had tried the other day, but had met the female Scarlett and had taken a tour. He hadn't wanted to refuse her, but today he would have to refuse company unless the other wolf wished to hunt as well.

So tilting gray face he lay his muzzle to the ground and went in search of the hare that it belonged too. Perhaps he could find a den with a whole family, that would feed at least one wolf, maybe two if the rabbits were plump and juicy. He would love to take bigger game down if there was another wolf to go with him.