Silence. A thing of beauty and yet...of pain. The biting wind came harshly, not seeming to care who or what was in its way. The sound of slushing feet could now be heard in the distance. Drawing closer, it was now clear as to what they were. Wolves. A white wolf held lead position, followed by a sandy colored timber wolf. Behind their companions, a grey wolf trodded along as well, and a smaller red wolf tagged along behind. The wolves' fur ruffled as the snow and wind blew past, yet they kept on with their walk. Ears forward and eyes alert for any sign of danger, all but the small pup appeared to be extremely focused and ready for whatever might come their way. Just as the wind faded away, a voice pierced the lingering silence.
<>I...Hey, guys...when do you think we'll come across another city...? We've been walking for days...so I thought...<> It was the small pup that spoke. His words fell; he wasn't sure of what else to say.
It was quiet once again. The white wolf came to a stop, and the others paused as well. Not a word was spoken. After a few moments the lead wolf put a paw forward and replied. <>We're getting close. There was a hint of exhaust in the breeze...We should keep moving.<>
A sigh came from the sandy wolf, but he utterted not a word. It seemed as though the grey wolf was on edge; his fur suddenly stood on end. His dial raised high, he spoke, directing his words to his white companion. <>Keep moving? To where exactly? That exhaust could have been from a passing vehicle for all we know. What if there is no city ahead? What the hell will we do then?!<> A growl was building in the brute's throat, becoming more and more threatening.
The young wolf seemed nervous, but held his tongue. Slowly turning his head, the white wolf met eyes with the grey. His tone was soft but stern as he answered. <>Then we'll just keep moving forward. That's all we can do. We can't stop now.<> Their eye contact was broken as the the white male began to move forward. The sandy wolf and the pup glanced at each other, then began to follow. The grey, still angry, reluctantly took a step, then pushed onward into a run. They were off again. Ever running to a land far beyond.