04-01-2022, 07:02 AM
@Vedetta, but any others also welcome. Set just west of Skelmir's Pass
As the winter had begun to fade, things for the aging male had grown close to desperate. He had only just managed to keep what little weight on that he had before this madness. His hunting had ended in failure more than not, and there were many more days where he felt hungry than when he felt satisfied with a meal.
Long had he tried to keep out of sight and out of the minds of the pack wolves who frequented the area. He stayed nearby to scavenge off of whatever leftovers they might leave for the local vulture creatures. Taikon was now counted among them.
Idly, within the dried brush of a meadow, the wolf chewed on an old bone. He had attempted for hours to break into the marrow, but the carrion he had plucked it from was wasted and dry. The bone was no longer supple and carried no nutrients. He gnawed anyway, knowing that it was a lost cause, not wanting to move from his comfortable place in the grass.
He was not well-hidden. No more than a patch of long, bent grass obscured the view of him. It was grass from the previous year; it was dead and long bent and damaged from the heavy snowfall that had only just melted in the past day.
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