The Antler Mountains ~A Wolf RP~

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A lone wolf trotted along through the forest. Heavy pawprints crunched through the freshly fallen snow. Trees whispered a song of freedom in his ears. Though his gait was steady and true, it almost seemed like he was trying to escape something. A tremor swept through his pelt from time to time as a fresh assault of memories flashed unwanted in his vision. He was exhausted, but still he kept on, trying to escape, be it a place or memories. His paw pads were raw and icicles embedded themselves in the tender skin between them, leaving the faintest trail of blood in his wake.

Suddenly, he came to a stop. His nares flared as he caught the scent of other wolves. He groaned, his legs trembling and finally not holding his body up anymore, as the exhaustion threatened to overcome him. The wolf-scent still flooded his senses, but he had no more fight left. He had travelled a long way, and at last, he finally... just... stopped... Crumpling where he stood. He knew that if the wolves didn't take too kindly to an interloper, he wouldn't have the strength to fight them off. Finally, just maybe, this would be his final resting place.

(TAG: Anyone :))
Hato went out alone. Caiden had showed him the great catch that he and Khali had just had. Hato followed Caiden's trail a ways to see if there was anything else out there to be hunted. He thought he might of smelled another wolf, but wasn't sure.
 
Fang starts to move around the forest looking for some easy prey. He smells wolves from almost all directions. the least was from the north. with very little of a scent. There was an unknown wolf. He could smell blood which means he's likely dead or injured.
 
Not seeing any other wolves, Hato continued on his way. He walked quietly and cautiously just in case there was other wolves nearby. He paused and looked back at where he came from. He hoped he could find more prey for his pack.
 
A lone wolf trotted along through the forest. Heavy pawprints crunched through the freshly fallen snow. Trees whispered a song of freedom in his ears. Though his gait was steady and true, it almost seemed like he was trying to escape something. A tremor swept through his pelt from time to time as a fresh assault of memories flashed unwanted in his vision. He was exhausted, but still he kept on, trying to escape, be it a place or memories. His paw pads were raw and icicles embedded themselves in the tender skin between them, leaving the faintest trail of blood in his wake.

Suddenly, he came to a stop. His nares flared as he caught the scent of other wolves. He groaned, his legs trembling and finally not holding his body up anymore, as the exhaustion threatened to overcome him. The wolf-scent still flooded his senses, but he had no more fight left. He had travelled a long way, and at last, he finally... just... stopped... Crumpling where he stood. He knew that if the wolves didn't take too kindly to an interloper, he wouldn't have the strength to fight them off. Finally, just maybe, this would be his final resting place.

(TAG: Anyone :))
(Wow! This is beautiful! Are you a writer?)
 
" I know your there, your scent has been fresh for the last 10 minutes, it's easy to tell you're still here," Fangs says while humming again. (@NC_Quail @NC_Quail )
Chicxulub lets out a frustrated growl and wanders off into the woods, casting one glance back at the den before disappearing.
 
Hato goes back to his journey. Finally, he sees where Caiden and Khali had caught the young moose. He went all over the tracks eyeing the hunting scene. He sniffs it all around for a few minutes, then decided to head back.
 
A lone wolf trotted along through the forest. Heavy pawprints crunched through the freshly fallen snow. Trees whispered a song of freedom in his ears. Though his gait was steady and true, it almost seemed like he was trying to escape something. A tremor swept through his pelt from time to time as a fresh assault of memories flashed unwanted in his vision. He was exhausted, but still he kept on, trying to escape, be it a place or memories. His paw pads were raw and icicles embedded themselves in the tender skin between them, leaving the faintest trail of blood in his wake.

Suddenly, he came to a stop. His nares flared as he caught the scent of other wolves. He groaned, his legs trembling and finally not holding his body up anymore, as the exhaustion threatened to overcome him. The wolf-scent still flooded his senses, but he had no more fight left. He had travelled a long way, and at last, he finally... just... stopped... Crumpling where he stood. He knew that if the wolves didn't take too kindly to an interloper, he wouldn't have the strength to fight them off. Finally, just maybe, this would be his final resting place.

(TAG: Anyone :))
(And I really like your character, you might see more of me later ;))
 
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