Location: Wilderness outside of Ravok
Redd felt the wind ruffle her red brindled coat as she slowly moved to crouch down, her four legs taking her weight with a small shudder. The untrained wolf still needed to take things slow, for she normally would let excitement take a hold and that would be the end of the rabbit, well at least the scent she was tracking smelled like rabbit. It would be gone faster than she could blink. Quick little things, she told herself as her tongue darted out to lick her black nose. Her nose dipped to scent the fertile earth underneath her paws as the breeze picked up again. The leaves above her rustled with a soothing sound, the young wolf always imagined that the trees and the wind were playing a game, of what? She didn’t know. The forest that currently surrounded the wolf was a slight green but was beginning to fade to a brownish amber, it was the tell-tale sign that within the coming months, that fall would soon give away to winter. When winter came, then so too would the snow and a shiver shuddered through the wolf. It was not her favourite time of the year.
As those thoughts passed through the wolf’s mind, she caught a distinct scent, one that had one ear flicking forwards, while another flicking backwards. It was slightly sweet with background notes of flowers and grass. The wolf would have palmed it off to the fact that she was standing in a forest, surrounded by such plants, if it hadn’t been for the accompanying small little paw prints clearly outline in the soft dirt of the ground. Victory! Thought Redd as she slowly began to follow these footprints, but she noticed that the scent wasn’t at all fresh, but it wasn’t old either, for the scent didn’t smell like the dusty forest floor with the hint of drying old leaves. At least not yet. The wolf wasn’t the most accomplished tracker of course, but she did know that she was tracking a small animal judging from the size of the very paw print itself. Her tongue darted out and licked her nose at the very thought of her prey still being out in the open, what-ever it was.
The red wolf moved forwards, her golden orbs keeping an eye out for a hint of wild life, or even the hint of her prey. Maybe, she might even stumble across the tracks of an even bigger prey, but she highly doubted that she could have killed bigger prey alone and untrained as she was. So, she would just have to settle for what-ever small prey that she would find that belonged to these small tracks. Occasionally, the sun would peek through the leaves that swayed gently above. It reminded her of a time where the pups of the old pack that she used to be in, would jump up from where ever they were hiding, only to pounce on another pup. They didn’t have a name for it, mostly because of the simple fact being, that they didn’t talk, only communicated through their body and with growls or barks. It was what made Ravok so confusing to Redd, for the people said one thing, but their body said something completely different. Suddenly, her golden eyes finally found their target and Redd stopped, both ears flickered forwards as she crouched down low so then her stomach brushed the ground underneath her. Her limbs and muscles quivered with this effort, but she forced them to obey as her sight locked on to the small body of a brown rabbit, contently nibbling on a small branch of a green, leafy bush.