New Snow felt she slowed the group down with her limp. Her man, Mountain Boulder, kept pace with her, and none of the Rise seemed vexed with their progress. Now more than ever these wolves each felt like family to her.
The Clawan could not yet hunt well. Though she tried, she only aggravated the injury and learned for herself that in these days, less was more. When they paused at Totoka River, she watched her mate set off to hunt something though did not watch for long to see if another would join him. New Snow instead pondered if she might be more successful these days fishing, or if this would irritate the injury, too.
So she limped toward the river, slowly.
January 31, 2023, 05:04 PM
Fading this one out!
To the river New Snow went. But there was a peculiar trail that caught her interest; cloven hooves that seemed to trek through it. New Snow found a solidly frozen patch, and tested her weight with a gentle paw. Nothing broke, here. She followed after the trail, which was but a day or so old. But when the pain of her injury became too much, New Snow turned back with a quiet sigh and made her way back to the wolves of the Rise. She paused only to roll in the scent of the herd to bring back to them, leaving her own scent with it.
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