Post by Severin on Apr 26, 2013 14:44:12 GMT -5
It was a relatively peaceful day. The snow had ceased to fall, and had even cleared away a little bit. A lone wolf glided among the side of a small creek.
The first finger of sunlight touched his pelt, warming his fur. Nokona kept his nose close to the ground in hope of catching the trail of prey.
No such luck.
Frustrated, the wolf sat on his haunches and glanced around him. The Badlands lay ahead, dusty and grey.
He cocked an ear, unsure if he should proceed or not. The Badlands, now that was something you didn't want to get mixed up in. He had been there only once in his life; when he was born.
His mother, a wolf of the "No Return" pack, had dropped her cubs in the Badlands. Nokona's mother was juvenile and foolish at the time, having become pregnant during her first heat, and going out to the barren wasteland in search in food. There was absolutely nothing out there, other than the occasional skeleton (which were picked clean by the crows), and mile upon mile of dust and dirt.
