The winter storms had just begun to calm, and the white wolf had just came out of her den. She raised her head and sniffed the air, hoping to find a trail. She padded on as she found the faint smell of on old elk carcass, nearly rotting. She followed the scent until she tripped over something. The scent of meat having gotten stronger, she nosed around to find the carcass. Finding a bit of meat, she began to eat. Once she had eaten her fill, she started to drag the carcass back to her den. With a long amount of time, she had found her way back just as another storm started.
"Oh, Poor Blizzard." She thought to herself. "How are you going to survive?"
October 12th 2014, 5:04 pm