Post by valko on Jul 18, 2009 14:08:13 GMT -5
Valko trudged along, quite glum. He'd been lucky enough to find quite a large carcass lying around but had been ambushed by a group of much older, larger wolves and lost it to them. Instead he nosed around in the trash cans that were lying around the desolate city street alleyways. He'd found a few morsels and eaten them quickly, but he was still hungry and beginning to ache slightly.
During the fight for the carcass he'd not been well matched and had come away with a few cuts and grazes, his front left leg taking the worse damage. It caused him to limp slightly the more he walked on it but he finally decided that enough was enough and that it was time to rest. He'd chosen a rather quiet place to lie down, but as it had began to rain, he'd thought better of it and moved off in search of better shelter.
This had proven to be a wise decision as it soon began to rain much harder. He felt lousy, a constant ache had taken over his body and his leg was still hurting as he limped along. Spotting another trash can, he thought he'd give it another go at the food search before he gave up completely and knocked it over, causing a loud clatter that echoed along the walls and out onto the streets. He thought he smelt something and buried his nose into the junk to find the source of the smell. Unable to find it, he withdrew and tilted his head up, smelling the air. There was definitely something nearby and it smelt delicious. He licked his lips and stood still for a moment, sniffing this way and that. Before he finally decided a direction in which to check.
He hobbled off quickly, looking for whatever was smelling so lovely to him and hurried his pace as he drew nearer to it, hoping that no one else had found it first, although he suspected that somebody had. He hoped that it wasn't the same pack he'd run into last time, they'd warned him to stay away. He turned a corner and stopped, this was the place. But where was the source? He sniffed again and then pricked up his ears as he heard something moving nearby. Perhaps whatever it was, was still alive? He doubted he'd be much use in a fight right now, he was too hungry and too tired.
During the fight for the carcass he'd not been well matched and had come away with a few cuts and grazes, his front left leg taking the worse damage. It caused him to limp slightly the more he walked on it but he finally decided that enough was enough and that it was time to rest. He'd chosen a rather quiet place to lie down, but as it had began to rain, he'd thought better of it and moved off in search of better shelter.
This had proven to be a wise decision as it soon began to rain much harder. He felt lousy, a constant ache had taken over his body and his leg was still hurting as he limped along. Spotting another trash can, he thought he'd give it another go at the food search before he gave up completely and knocked it over, causing a loud clatter that echoed along the walls and out onto the streets. He thought he smelt something and buried his nose into the junk to find the source of the smell. Unable to find it, he withdrew and tilted his head up, smelling the air. There was definitely something nearby and it smelt delicious. He licked his lips and stood still for a moment, sniffing this way and that. Before he finally decided a direction in which to check.
He hobbled off quickly, looking for whatever was smelling so lovely to him and hurried his pace as he drew nearer to it, hoping that no one else had found it first, although he suspected that somebody had. He hoped that it wasn't the same pack he'd run into last time, they'd warned him to stay away. He turned a corner and stopped, this was the place. But where was the source? He sniffed again and then pricked up his ears as he heard something moving nearby. Perhaps whatever it was, was still alive? He doubted he'd be much use in a fight right now, he was too hungry and too tired.
