Post by kumiko on Dec 8, 2006 15:01:08 GMT -6
The thick cloud cover omitted the sunset from view, leaving the steady darkening of the land and the rising chill the only sign of the onset of night. The small woodland creatures sensed this change, and began the age-old process of settling themselves into the relative safety their nests and burrows, ever aware of the danger lurking all around them. In the failing light a swift, wraithlike figure made its way into the pack lands. The creature did not exercise much caution, as you might expect an intruder to, but rather plodded steadily forward as though it did not take any particular notice of the strong scent of the residing pack. The animal’s sly yellow eyes betrayed him, though. They slid warily to and fro, searching for any signs of cunning movement. In the blackness of the thick forest his contrasting pelt was quite conspicuous, the blemished ivory reflecting a stray hint of light here and there. As the tress became more sparse, his pulse quickened, breath escaping his jaws in a thin white mist. The trees broke up ahead and revealed a massive clearing where the scent of the others was almost overpowering. The great animal paused a moment, lowering his head and cocking his silken ears forward. After this moment of apparent indecision, one paw was set before the other and the wolf slipped into the open.