Post by Myria on Oct 31, 2012 11:28:58 GMT -5
Myria stalked along the lake's edge, her movements as silent as a ghost's. Her nose told her a snow hare was around here somewhere...
Aha!
The timber wolf rushed at the unsuspecting hare, her teeth easily brewing its neck as she clamped down.
This should do, it gained some fat for the winter months.
Picking up her kill, Myria returned to Shannon.
(Transition-Shannon's council).
Aha!
The timber wolf rushed at the unsuspecting hare, her teeth easily brewing its neck as she clamped down.
This should do, it gained some fat for the winter months.
Picking up her kill, Myria returned to Shannon.
(Transition-Shannon's council).
