(Regarding the OOC. KK, I will. Where did you find the "wolf rules" BTW? I want know them so Neith dosn't mess up.)Thanks!
Also, guys, I want to inform you that food isn't everywhere so please don't make your wolves be catching fish, rabbits and deer in every post you make. The wolves are starving and some are dying from it. Disease is spreading and wolves are sick and weak, not strong and powerful and fine at the moment. So, keep that in mind as you role-play. And, I know RedPaw just caught a bird but it wasn't as easy as how ... Well, I'll just shut up there. But, they have to starve and one of the 'wolf' rules are you have to share with the pack before you feed.
RED PAW
RedPaw scattered across the snowy hills as he watched the sun rise and wolves start to howl and run out from their home dens. He loved the part of the early morning before most of his pack had awaken to the sunlight or birds tweeting. Because of the scarce food now days, RedPaw's stomach growled in hungry. He bared it but not for long. There was scarce animals to hunt in these woods and he was a bit weak to go off and have a few mile races with a deer or elk. He heaved in a chilly breath and let it come out slowly, his jaw trembling a bit. If he didn't find food soon, than he would starve even worse.
RedPaw gathered up his strength and leaped over a long on an old 'two-legged' trail and hiking path. He followed it, his nose sensing animals and different strong and powerful smells. It smelt as if a nice meal but something distracted him from a hunt. His ears twitched nervously and perked up fast in defense of something. Yipping and growls. Wolves, it seemed. His pack? He didn't know. A low growl came from underneath RedPaw's breath, his head lowered and ready to attack as he trotted slowly toward the wood line. The sound of rushing water from a small stream came to his ears instantly as he got closer to the woods, hearing the waters hit against the rocks from a distance off the two-legged path road. He stopped growling and stopped in his snowy tracks fast, his weight being thrown forward a bit but not by much. His eyes spotted a few hawks coming down at him but he just growled a bit, ready to strike. He lunged up quickly as the birds flew past, getting a small grip on the hawks right leg and pulling it from the air, landing it hard against the icy ground that supported RedPaw's weight. He growled, bit it's throat and ended the hawk's life instantly. It would make a nice meal for himself but he had to share what he got with the pack first. He needed his pack to stay strong, brave and have hope.