Years have long past since the fall of Taiga. Even more years since the wolf packs had dispersed, disappearing into the cracks and crevices of their world. I was no exception.
I was not entirely alone in my solitude though. As a spiritual medium between both this world and the next, I conversed with many past life forms. They each had a unique story to tell and I was glad for the company.
Today though I move swiftly across the forest floor, unattended by a spiritual guide, my orange eyes shifting to place my location in the dim lighting. With padded paws and a thick dark coat, I leap over a moss-covered log before stopping to scent the air.
Winter was just beginning and soon the forest would be bitterly cold, but tonight it was a mild chill. It was times like these I sought out my dens, having multiple in different areas of Beqanna. I was a drifter and never stayed any one place too long so as to remain undetected. I never felt the need to secure a territory, being the only unferal wolf had its perks.
Prepping the dens each seasonal rotation was a never-ending task, but I enjoyed the busy work of it. I turned towards one now located just under the fallen log. Burying my nose into the darkness, I sniffed for intruders. Drawing each front paw up to tidy the makeshift home by casting out built up debris.
Finding this den uninhabited and now in acceptable condition, I turn my sights to the forest, maw parted and tongue pulsing as I pant.
Food was next on the agenda, and it wasn't hard to find, if you had the nose for it.
Head down I begin to trot along a familiar hunting path. Weaving my way through the barren trees, a light dusting of snow rested on the fallen leaves that hardly crunched beneath my soft steps. I follow the trail for some time, maybe a mile or so from my den deep in the woods. It would be easier to catch something with less places to hide.
My travels stretched to the tree line, the icy breeze bringing me the scent of a rabbit. I turn and heads towards it, downwind of course. The crescent moon that hung in the skies was starkly similar to the one on my face, though neither offered me any favors tonight.
The winds shift and another scent fills my dark nose. Suddenly the rabbit is an afterthought as I haven't scented another of my kind in sometime. The stranger's scent was faint, so I assume they haven't been a wolf for long. Truthfully, I have never graced this world with my equine form. Just never felt natural I guess.
My movement stops as the smell lingers. I shift my gaze around the area, seeking any recognizable form in the shadows.
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Malik