[open] still searching Jan 1, 2019 20:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Alex on Jan 1, 2019 20:00:12 GMT -5
Those others Paint ran into were ultimately useless for her purpose and she had long since separated from them. All she wanted was a pack to join, because she could not survive on her own. A wolf was worthless without a pack, but a wolf like Paint even more so. Her tail hung crooked and limp behind her, awkwardly bent but she had gotten used to it by now. It was what it was. More bothersome were the bitemarks on her thigh from those dirty coyotes that troubled her at that elk carcass some days ago. She shuffled along the river, hunger gnawing at her stomach but she ignored the ache. If she got lucky, perhaps she would stumble upon carrion, or a mouse. Perhaps a beaver. Something that didn't involve much chasing.
Paint sighed, then drew in a deep breath, analyzing the air. Her nose was the one thing that never failed her. A beaver sounded good actually, but her odds of finding one in this season were slim. It was as if they totally disappeared during the winter. And this was why she needed a pack even more urgently. Were it spring or summer, or even autumn, she would be able to stand it longer, but as it was... she would surely starve and die. Paint was not afraid of death, knowing it as an inescapable fact of life. Her life was not valuable. But she liked being alive and still had unfinished business and goals...
For example, her wish to cripple the cur that broke her tail. And more importantly, her yearning to be a mother before she dies. Though, with her appearance, she doubted it would ever happen. But if she died now, it never would.
The pain got too much to bear and her stomach begged for something before it ended up digesting its own lining. So Paint dipped down and scooped up a mouthful of snow. It was incredibly cold to the point of stinging her mouth, but it managed to quell her hunger pangs, so she ate more, hoping it would keep her going a little longer.
She couldn't be too far from the pack now. She could smell their marks. If she could just keep going, she would find them soon, right?