Sleeping Dragon Bubble pon di radio

He had been hungry before, sure. All wolves have. But he had never starved before. Bones that he would once ignore were a goldmine in this parched land. He cracked bones, desperately searching for some nourishing marrow, tearing cartilage from the joints. But as he discarded one stripped femur, he fervently searched for something more.

Hush knew that any animals that still remained would be near the river, not on the peak of the mountain. Of course, with the Phoenix wolves gone, competition was reduced. At least to the south.

He stalked the Dragon's foot, licking his lips at the thought of some scrawny animal filling their caches. His stomach rumbled insistently, despite having been recently filled with the scraps of a bone. He had thought it would be enough for him to ignore his hunger until he found something more substaintial. He was wrong, sadly.

Blood became as alluring as a female's heat now, and Hush lurched with excitement towards the sharp, iron-tinged scent of blood in the air. His mind went from rational to savage in a moment as he ran towards the scent, only to huff in disappointment at the tattered remains of some kind of rodent at Wildfire's feet. He looked at her strained face with concern, his head tilting slightly as he sidled towards the carcass. Was it tainted?