The Antler Mountains ~A Wolf RP~

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Sometimes Chicxulub dreamed she could run around the world. Whenever life’s troubles came after her, nightmares and death sticking just behind her shoulder like a shadow, she could outrun them all, that the world would never catch up with her. But she could not outrun the bitter cold wind that seeped through her fur, or the nagging ache in her bad hip joint. She was deep in wolf territory, she could smell them everywhere around her. She forced herself to press on, hopelessly lost but determined to find her way. She refused to starve out here, even though finding any prey in this bitter cold would be next to impossible.
Finally her own exhaustion forced her to stop. She leaned against a tree, panting hard to catch her breath. Her bad hip continued to pester her, and her other legs ached from the miles of seemingly endless plodding thorough the snow. The painful gnawing sensation in the pit of her stomach sharpened, reminding her of her desperate situation. She had been constantly fearing running into another wolf pack, she doubted they would tolerate trespassers, especially this time of year, but she feared she would starve if she did not. She was thirsty, too, and she listened around for the sound of running water.
 
All she heard was the gentle sound of trees rustling together in the wind, their leafless branches clunking against each other. She sighed heavily and continued down a slope, careful to watch her footing in the slick snow. She hoped that she could find a stream in the valley at the bottom of the hill. Her guess was correct, the sound of water flowing began to get louder as she trudged downwards.
Bits of ice gathered at the edges of the stream, but the fast flowing water wasn’t completely frozen. Chicxulub winced at how cold it was, but she lapped at the water until her tongue stopped feeling chalky. She paused for a moment, pricking her ears. She was sure she had heard a rustle or a crunch. Would any squirrel be stupid enough to be out in this weather? Perhaps the other wolves had already found her and were stalking in the shadows, waiting for her to die. She took a nervous step backwards, away from the stream, and looked around, carefully sniffing the air.

(just ignore the fact that she is completely surrounded by water in the form of snow and yet spends forever looking for a stream :lol:)
 
Lacy Duckwing said:
Owen shivered as he slowly looked up. "I'm c-cold and l-lost."
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Khali heard a bellow from behind her suddenly. She picked Owen up from his neck scruff. She started to sprint in the direction back to camp, the mama moose following behind.
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Baxter rolled to his feet and started crawling towards Alexander.
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Ginger smiled, watching.

Nutmeg still slept against her father's chest.
 
Chicxulub couldn’t smell anything at all, the frigid air stinging the tip of her nose. The rustling sounds continued, almost louder this time, and she sprang onto the hillside for a better view. She stifled a startled gasp when she spotted a squirrel directly in front of her, and shockingly close, facing in the opposite direction. She knew she only had a split second to react, the squirrel was already beginning to turn around, and she was standing in plain sight.
 
She was confident that she could outrun the squirrel, even though there were plenty of nearby trees for it to run up. While she still had the element of surprise, she bunched her hind legs and held her breath, taking a minute to collect her composure. Another half-heartbeat, and she lunged, launching herself through the air and moving her legs back underneath her. As she picked up speed, the rest of the world seemed to slow down, her vision focusing on the squirrel. It’s tiny ears pricked, and it turned in her direction. The moment her paws touched the snow, she bounded forward, another leap clearing the other half of the space between her and the squirrel. The world moved in slow motion now, she could see the squirreel’s eyes bug out of it’s head. It turned tail and ran headlong towards the nearest tree, but Chicxulub was gaining on it, her front paws extended. The squirrel reached the tree at the same time she did, she saw it leap in the air towards the trunk, but it was just a half-second too late, and she felt her jaws close squarely around a small furry body. The world abruptly sped up, her paws meeting the snow and skidding across the forest floor. She barley managed not to flip face first.
 
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