Everything seemed to have slowed down lately. There was a lull in the air. Cold winds swept through the labyrinth, even with the protection of the trees; the ground held its chill, and the leaves had bronzed, almost all of them now lying around his paws. His once verdant home felt almost skeletal in the wake of winter to come. It would be his first winter as Chief - and he knew it was going to be a trial.
They had been lucky so far with the abundance of food. It was probably because they had dominion of the north-western corner of the valley up until the bay and didn’t need to share their hunting grounds with any other pack. The Evergreens were nearby, yes, but they seemed to hunt mostly in the woods. Still, it concerned him. What if they suddenly found themselves at a shortage of food in the winter? What if someone in the pack sought to have children? Nutrition would be highly important then. He worried he hadn’t taken it as seriously as he should have, when he first came and met pregnant Atalya. But then again, he hadn’t officially been Chief then.
The sky hung heavy with metallic grey clouds. Light rain fell in sheets, dimpling the fog that typically rose up in the mornings among the pines. Icarus had ventured out here following a scent trail, but he’d since found himself distracted. Now, he was only wandering, lost in his thoughts, enjoying the cool prickle of the rain slicking down his fur.
May 22, 2018 12:07 PM
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