Vapour yawned in the rising sun. Overnight he'd slept in a burrow he had made under the root of a tree. He felt warm and ready to begin the day. He crawled out and scented the fresh morning air.
"Im starving" he complained to himself. Just as he said, the scent of caribou flowed through the air. His mouth watered. He bounded across the soft snow and skidded across the slippery ice. There infront of him, two cairbou stood; mother and calf. But the mother was laying heavily on her side and a strange scent came off her body. The calf called and nuzzled around her. Vapour saw his chance and leaped onto the calf. He bit through the air cord and the calf lay limply into his arms. Red blood filled the ice around him as he ate every scrap of the calf apart from the hooves, teeth head and a few bones.
Here Vapour wished to make his own pack. He streched and walked on.
October 1st 2009, 6:46 am