Duskfire Glacier Bring it

Artok knew that Scarlett always went for a run. He had misjudged the time obviously, since he couldn’t see outside. But he didn’t mind. She studied him and he gave her a small endearing smile. She was one of the few wolves he liked thus far. She was kind hearted and friendly, and she took care of him. Most wolves would have not given him the time of day.

He wagged his tail slightly, and dipped his muzzle. Hi miss. Scarlett. He sighed happily, she wasn’t going to scold him, good. He struggled a little further forward and spoke quietly. I want to eat it there. I just have to get there. He would get there on his own he didn’t want help. He painstakingly crawled across the ground, belly down to the food. He slumped to his belly for a moment after reaching her paws. His sides heaved slightly from a mix of exertion and pain. The fur and skin around the wound twitched in pain.