Wolf's Rain RP

They were only flashes. Fading in and out. The golden wolf was the answer to his prayers. But he knew it wasn't real. He was still on the ground. Cold, dying.
'You're going to be alright' She let's him know.
No... This is it... You're guiding me to the afterlife... To Paradise

A small kindle of light in a cave. Four... No, now three wolves littered the areas in the cave. Sintra sat up, aware of his wounds, but ignorant of them as well.
"I saw her..." He says, "I saw the girl... The girl of Paradise."

Kyva stood, wagging her soft bushy tail excitedly as the wolf sat up. She backed up a bit to give him some room. She was so thankful that he was going to be alright. She then widened her eyes slightly as he said he saw ' The girl' of..of paradise? what girl..? Who was this girl? Kyva was throughly interested now, but before she questioned him more in depth, she turned to thank Cobar and Deja for the help. When she wheeled about, however, Deja was gone. It was then she heard the soft howl in the distance. She smiled and wagged her tail gently.

Wonderful.

Deja had gone out to greet her just as she had asked. Kyva felt highly proud and respected, and also couldn't wait to meet the new wolf she was sure Deja would safely escort back.She would have to thank him then. As this rolled through her mind she considered the dynamics of the pack again. Deja would most certainly be placed in a high command, as he was very outgoing, and intelligent. Then of course, he would need a mate. A storng willing female that would match his personality... She wondered who he would choose out of the females in the pack. She thought about the females then, for a moment. Shy but strong Ayame, smart and friendly Faith. They would both make quite a good addition to a position of authority. She turned toward Cobar, who was now facing the opposite direction. She blushed and walked over, nuzzling his neck softly.

" Thank you.."

She said, licking his chin softly. As she currently stood unchallanged, she assumed role of the alpha female, and it was quite clear who she had chosen to be her partner. She looked away then, blushing again as she began to walk toward the injured wolf. She caught a mouse and considered this more. Maybe it was all a fantasy, maybe they where not a functoning pack. She closed her eyes for a moment, bowing her head. And maybe he did not want her the way she wanted him.

Trying to ignore the sudden attack of her unrestrained emotions, she tossed her head, and swung the mouse by its tail. She then smiled and dropped it before the wolf who sat before her. She smiled kindly and nudged the mouse toward him with her golden muzzle. Its deep black tip was moist and healthy, and her muscles where strong and lean. She had been managing well by herself. Nodding at the wolf, she allowed him acess to the mouse and took a step back. She was sinterested in hearing about htis girl of paradise, but she also would like for hi to be in good health first.

She looked up at the dusky sky then. A beautiful sunset was playing on, showering bits of misty pink, grey , and orange across the land. It reflected in a lively dance along her godlen eyes. She sat and gazed at it for a second, shivering slightly as the chilling cold of the evening began to set it. The frozen ground would soon be covered in a white blanket, she knew. Possibly over night it seould seem by smelling the air.

She remembered upon her first memories of the soft, wet, frozen bits that would fall down and cling softly to her fur, on her face, chest and paws. It would then melt and slightly darken the light gold pelt that warmed her body. Right now it was long, and feathery, kepeing her warmed from the chilling winds and cool rain.

As she moved back into the present she smiled at the wolf, shaking her troubles and memories form her mind.

" Well, eat up..its getting late. Whats your name? "

She asked, sitting kindly beside him.

"Sintra. You may call me Sintra."
Ignoring the mouse, though his stomach ached for sustenance, he gazed on, past the golden wolf, past the guardian, to the sunset... To the mountain.
"The girl... The 'Flower Maiden'. Born from the Earth, from the Essence of Lunar Flowers. She will guide us... Or we must guide her, to Rakuen.
"To Paradise. But these are just legends... Legends I believe in."
Sintra looked at the mouse. Scurrying around as he held his paw on it's tail, breathing heavily on it.
"Go." He whispered to it, and off it went, in to a crevice on the nearby wall.
"The scent... You smelled it, no? That was her scent. She's here. I know it."

so what the frick am i suppost to do

{ Please post that in the discussion thread. }

" Sintra. "

She tasted his name in her mouth and nodded. The wind hummed softly in her golden ears as he began to speak. She let them swivel with the soft breeze, gently. her eyes where locked on his, and her head and boy alert. she leaned forward, throughly interested in what he had to say about paradise, and this girl. She hung off his words like a drop of rain would from the leaves on a high tree, desperatly clinging as not to loose that high, hopeful senastion. Hearing about this spun her mind, captivating her past all reason. She nodded along with him.

She knew she was right, She swore it many times before..but always was it not thrown down? Her argument was isolated to pure philosophy, but now she had found more like herself, that believed in Rakuen, the wolve's home land..paradise, where all lived in peace. When he adressed her she paused before answering.

" Yes...yes I did. I smelled it, and felt it, and it enraptured me. The girl. I knew she must be real..I dreamt her, and I knew it had to be real. I havn't felt something this real scince..."

She paused, breathing, and let her eyes rest on Cobar's turned body for a moment. For just a short moment, her body trembles and she knew she was in too deep now to fight it. Sighing softly then, she trotted back toward the den, nipping the peice of paper into her large pearly teeth. She trotted then, back over to Sintra and dropped it before him. She watched as the mouse scurried away, and did not look back to see its whereabouts. Looking up she noted how quickly the sky was darkening. Night's shroud would soon envelope them all.

Kyva looked on as Sintra read the note, and waited patiently for him to finnish.

Deja and the new wolf stood outside the den. He scoped her out just as he had with all of the other wolfs. He noticed different things and the same features on some wolfs. She was more or less as original as the other wolfs. Deja took time in observing her features.

" Well You can come in the Den at any time. If you need a bath or your thirsty there's a heavy stream down there. And we catch all of our own food so feel free to hunt or pick. If you need anything just ask any of us. " Deja said smiling and walking to the den.

"Well I found the girl howling earlier, I set her up and showed her everying. I told her she could ask us anying if she needed somthing. " Deja said while entering the den. " Sorry for me asking but what was your name.... I was tending to a matter when you woke up so I never got to meet you and I like to know everyone." Deja said looking at the direction of the new wolf. " Oh I am sorry and I interrupting? He said with a mistaken look on his face.

(Holy crap. I forgot about this....recap anyone?)

**I wish I knew what was going on too!! >.<**

{ I posted in the discussion thread ✅ }

Originally posted by K Tragedy
"Hush m'dear... It won't hurt long..."
"N-No... Please stop... p-please... no!"

The wind struck across the landscape. With poisoned claws, it raked over the horizon. Starvation of a beast consumed the warmth and comfort of the world around it. The trees lay bare. They rooted within the ground as dormant, anorexic creatures. Never could they pull away. They could not leave their shackles, only cling to what little hope they had of finding food. But hope was a fleeting gift. Not the richest of Kings nor the wealthiest of robbers could afford such an expensive treasure.

The branches of the trees bent and swayed with a cry. Howls raped their appendages, robbing them of any further comfort. Spared not of the harshest conditions, they allowed winter's breath to take them. A skeleton of what and who they were would have no flesh to cover it upon this hour. It lay barren and naked. Stripped of clothing by the falling of its leaves, it sank towards the center of the Earth, weeping in its silent suicide.

Envious as the morning, the evening would soon overtake. Ravishing the sky with the seductive blanket, the stars carefully blotched against the navy blue carpet. Coating the atmosphere, the last of the sun was swallowed behind the horizon's face. Moon and sun... Many people found them opposites but they are naught. They are twins, born of the same sire and birthed from the same b*tch. Bred for what not one person shall ever know. Was it to keep the sky claimed? Did such parents covet the stars and thus create both orbs to destroy their beauty?

One must dwell into the human consciousness to figure out such feud between sun and moon. As twins perform within their mother's womb, the two will fight for the sky. Lulled only by the dawn's mantle and the twilight's coverlet, the quarrelling spheres would mold into one another. The moon still visible as the sun peaked, and the lunar globe lurking as the solar circle slept.

Yet, one must lose and one must succeed. The stellar night basked across the sky. Artemis, lovely and fragile in her ever-lasting virginity, looked upon the world. Never deflowered or deprived of maidenhead, nevertheless having children... Such could only be performed by the Goddess.

Thrust upon the ivory-coated scope, a shadow claimed the land. Robbing the purity of the snow with imprints of its presence, it was labeled bandit to the stars. As a ballet dancer the grace presented itself with pride and liquidified motion. The very sea could not mimic such elegance, yet matched the ferocity. A killer came in beauty. Many people may see it as evil. But then... immortality came in an abudancy of splendor. The oceanic surface claimed many lives in her arms. Forever selfish, and claiming the flesh and bones to herself. For she knew, never would she have such things.

The silhouette left behind not only prints, but a droplet of crimson life. Pads curved towards the destination, claws digging into the ground and puncturing such frozen soil. In the center of the forepaw lay stained. Ah blood was cruel when it came from our bodies, but brought us life when we thieved it from others.

Wolf was all that came to the minds of those whom saw it. An occasional rabbit would perk up its head, hiding in its ice-camouflaged pelt to blend with a tundric bundle. It went unseen... for now. An owl, wise with years of erudition, shifted upon his hollow within the corpse of a deadened pine. Needles had nearly fallen, but the windbreak offered sanctuary to him. It's optics turned to watch its pier in predatory skills. Bored, for such a creature had seen all, it went back to munching on its rodent dinner.

The blotches of scarlet liquid deepened. From droplets came globule; from globule rose puddle; puddle became mere; mere became tarn... Eventually, the blood path ceased. It fell upon an abrasion upon the creature's right shoulder. Ebonite fur cluttered round where the wind crusted such warm life. Wound caused by man, for bullet be only servant, it damaged the creature into stillness.

Hungry, weakened, immobile... The eyes of the wolf slowly shut. Cerulean filled irises hid behind fleshed curtains. What would become of him now that such a tragedy befell him? Surely he would heal with the moon's healing light? But should he go on in famine, his body would sojourn its function. And thus, man would claim another beast. For in his desirous slaughter, he rose to the thrown of king of beasts. And in such title he would earn hate.

As he bled, the wolf swore an oath. The blood of a human would avenge the blood he'd been reaped of. And with that thought, darkness consumed his mind and left him with a dumbness of infancy as reality succumbed to reverie...

Ayames eyes slowly opened. All she saw around her was a blur. She blinked twice, clearing the blurriness away and made her vision clear again. It was still night, but she didn't know what time it was. She rose to her feet, the chilling wind brushed her fur making a chill run through her whole body. Her body felt stiff; she tried to stretch it but it failed. Sighing, she took a stroll.

Straying far from the den, she was soon in unfamiliar territory. Her paws sunk deep into the snow. Walking far away from her 'home' and 'friends', she noticed paw prints - from a different wolf. Not Kyva, or Cobar, no, in the center of the paw print was stain. It was red. Blood. Dark red blood stained the pure white snow.

Curiosity got the best of Ayame. She decided to follow the blood stained prints. The blood stain progressed slowly, getting bigger and bigger until she finally reached the cause. A black wolf lay in the snow with blood dripping from its' right shoulder. Panicking, she ran over the the black wolf, trying to wake it from its' coma.

"Hey, come on. Wake up!" she said in a panicked voice. She nudged constantly at its muzzle but there was always no answer.
'I have to get it back to the den. But it seems to heavy for me to carry.' she thought and pondered for a moment. She was quite a ways from the den, at least a five miles or so.

Pushing the wounded wolf was no good, it only got her so far before becoming exhausted. If she risked biting down on her own kind and dragging it, the flesh could tear and there would be one more wound to worry about. A big trail of blood was left behind, leaving a path of where the started. Trying the pushing once more, it got her a little farther so that she could see the den in the distance. By the time she was in two miles of the den, she was exhausted, but was determined to get the wolf to safety.

Adrenaline pumped through Ayame's veins, powering her to persevere through the pain. Pushing the wolf with even more force than before, she was in a mile of the den. She decided that she had to abandon the black wolf. She ran with all her speed towards the den and yelled in a panicked and exhausted voice,

"There's an injured wolf out there!"

(Ok I lied kim. 😊 )

Deja was having the conversation with the other wolfs in the den. He was trying to get to know the new wolf. He was speaking to them when Ayame came bursting through. She started yelling theres a injured wolf out in the forest.

" Ayame where is the wolf. Lets go." He looked at her with a serious face. " Just lead the way!"

Cobar smiled when Kyva came up to him and nuzzled him, remaining silent. His tail rose and had wagging motions, as he turned around and looked at the pack. He was one very lucky wolf, having the things he had now. As he drifted into a dream while still awake, he got pulled out of it when the report of an injured wolf came from Ayame's mouth. She seemed exhausted, and by the look of it, he figured she considered it a serious injury.

He took a step closer to Ayame, just about to offer his aid, when Deja took the words out of his mouth. He halted, deciding to let him take care of it. He seemed like a strong wolf, like Cobar self. He could surely handle it, and Cobar almost became ashamed that he wanted to help out with this one too. He got the unvolunteered feeling that he helped out to gain credit with the pack, and not to actually help out. He shook the thought away, knowing it was inaccurate.

He turned his head to Kyva again and giving out a pleased sigh. She did seem to have the same kind of feelings for him, as he did for her. At least that's what her outer language said. He was no mindreader, and maybe that was for the best. He could live with the thought that she liked him. He would hang onto that thought, even though he maybe never would get to know if it was the accurate answer to it. Only in his wildest dreams, could someone like her be interested in him.

He turned around and watched back into the woods, laying down on the ground. If Deja left, Cobar decided to stay. It would not be very wise to send out both of the two larger wolves away from the den and the rest of the pack. Kiba would not be able to defend the rest all by himself. No, Cobar was probably needed here more than there. Deja could surely handle an injured wolf by himself. Besides, Cobar did not trust Kiba with Kyva one bit. That Kiba seemed interested in Kyva. Too interested, in Cobar's opinion. Maybe it was jealousy that Cobar felt. It was a strage feeling, but Cobar did not trust Kiba alone with Kyva, that was certain.

Cobar took a deep breaths, noticing how the skies shifted. It would be a cold night. Probably white, too. Cobar hated winter days. At winter nights, he could walk trough the woods like nothing but a shadow. But during the day, a bear or moose was less visible than Cobar with his black fur.

[If you do not know what to do, Silent Coyote, you can always welcome Faith ✅ She have not met you yet ❌]

Faith smiled when the nice wolf by the name of Deja gave her something that was going to help her itching. She just wanted to finish this itching of, before taking that berry mix. As she completed the scratching, the wolf came back and took the berries to the new wolf. "Oh.. Well, he seems to be needing it more than me" She thought to herself, smiling and sitting next to the den. She took a look into it. It seemed really cosy. At least more cosy than anything that she have had for at the very least a week. She saw only a few of the wolves, but she felt the scent of more than those that appeared to the eyes. The rest were probably on the inside. The inside, which Faith was too worried and careful to enter.

Instead, she enjoyed the view on the outside. A handsome black wolf, with a look of dominance. She were not going to blew what could start of as a wonderful pack of friends, by disrupting a dominate male. He were probably the alpha leader. He seemed to possess the strength, at the very least. Deja, who seemed like a very interesting wolf too, was heading away with that other wolf. She hoped she would get to learn that Deja a little better in the future. He seemed so sweet the first time they met. He seemed sweet the second time too, but the first time experience was the best, Faith though. That left only the golden wolf and the damaged wolf to talk too. With careful, slow steps Faith took a few steps forward to Kyva and the damaged wolf. Her tail wagged, as she carefully sniffed Sintra on the back. She was prepared to jump of, if it turned out he were not fond in having her nose checking him out.
She stood with her legs tight together, trying to keep her nose as close to Sintra as possible and her body as far away as possible.

Kyva snapped her head toward Ayame, who had, for one of the first times, spoken up. She darted over to her, standing high she nodded at Deja. She sniffed Ayame's muzzle, almost tasting the blood in her own mouth...injured just might be an understatement. She noted how Exhausted ayame looked at then looked toward the forest.

" You did good, Ayame...You seem exhausted. I have the scent, so you can stay if you'd like. Or come, either way is fine. "

Turning then she trotted to Cobar. for just a short moment her eyes heald a glazed, distant look, but she shook it off. Kyva pushed her head firmly against Cobar's and told him she would return soon, and howl if anything was the matter. She turned to leave, then quickly wheeled about once more , Licking Cobar softly on the muzzle, giving a quiet whimper. Reconcieving her serious expression she barked to Deja, and bounded off into the Maze of trees. Her paws hit up bits of dirt and she seemed to glide over the earth. Her heart pounded as she kept the scent.

Suddenly a light snow began to fall. It's small transluscent flakes clung to her fur, and melted and trickled down her muzzle. Kyva licked it away and continued on. Suddenly she stopped. She saw the black wolf. He was a beautiful, graceful looking creature, even looking as dead and defeated as he did. The picture of he, laying in a depth of his own crimson ocean, caused her to gasp. She sson shook it off and Ran to his side. nudging his muzzle softy.

Sintra limped to the entrance of the den, so the snow began to fall on his muzzle.

"This is it... It has begun..." He spoke ominiously, and to no one in particular. His eyes had a soft glaze of adventure, of a slight craziness that no one else could match. Slowly, he felt his strength returning, perhaps enough to catch a rabbit.

"I'm going..."

He said softly, to anyone listening, and trotted off, into the woods.

Deja was speeding right behind kyvas tail. they traveled rapidly through the brisk forest and know snow was falling. Dejas black coat started to light up with little specs of white. They came across the fallen wolf. Black coat and it was a male. He examined the new wolf trying to find any injuries. He saw the blood was coming from his right shoulder. so how ever they got him to the Den it would have to be off of his right shoulder.

" Hmmm? We gotta get this wolf out of the cold. If it picks up anymore he could die with that open wound exposed."
Deja pushed the wolf to his side and nuzzled his body making sure he was out of it. " I am gonna carry him on my back"
Deja got his head under the wolf making sure not to touch the right shoulder and lifted the down canine.

" OK we have to get him back ASAP"

He awoke. A dimly lit room surrounded his gaze. The lanterns flickered with the tiny gift of fire that danced inside of them. Beauty and destruction... all could be found in fire. It was the perfect murderer, yet gave you life all the same. Such could only be said of the element. It gifted light to the cell that encased it. Casting an eerie glow as the shadows flickered up and down from the walls.

His hand fell, stroking satin sheets. Upon the clean, deep crimson color of the bed, a canopy soon encircled him. It was laced with ebonite blackness and felt of silk. There were several paintings that decorated the unadorned violet walls. The dark purple color molded into the vampric setting. He felt as if he was a victim to a sadist monster, being seduced by the touch of the undead. Oh if Death had such a touch he would be captured within it far before that moment.

The curtains suddenly pulled back. There stood a very handsome man. His lips were lush, full, gorgeous... His hair long - falling to the small of his back - and smelt of roses. Oh the rose... It was so lovely and so enticing. The flower of boiling lust...

As if sensing his thoughts, the man's pale face leaned close to his. Resting a tender, feminine hand against the inner thigh of the younger boy, he eased him against the sheets. A rush escaped his lungs as lips touched. Falling into a spasm of sensations, his inner temperature ascended. In a squeak he felt those hands move to his hips, gripping them tightly and pressing him firmly against the bed. The elder male kissed down his neck, teasing where he was most sensitive and applying soft bites to his adam's apple.

Like a saber he suddenly plunged into his heart. It was not of broken-heartedness, but utterly opposite. A joy so strong it burned like a thousand needles. Wailing out with ecstacy he found himself falling back. His lover was smiling at his noise, nuzzling against him compassionately. Soft kisses were placed to his brow. He was an enemy to the boy's species, but loved him so dearly.

The man gently outlined his lip with his thumb, kissing him once more. In forbidden love they held each other. Kisses embraced, as did arms, as did their legs in an entwinement. Licking up to his ear, he teased the lobe with a smirk of seduction. Such movements sent him trembling and shuddering, becoming victim to the other's sweet touch. Like a poison it invaded his veins, claiming his arteries and sending his heart into cardiac arrest.

Gasping out with sharp waves of pleasure, he soon found their lovely moment tarnished. A knock on the door sent alarm through both of the lovers. Kissing him, the blond-haired man disappeared out the door. His footsteps followed as he paced down the stairs to where he was needed.

Alone in the darkness he sat, his hands lightly fumbling with the sheets. As misfortunate as Romeo and Juliet, their tale would fall into extinction. Only brought to life in the memories of one of those men. As he settled against the pillow, he thought of how beautiful his life was. Just as gorgeous as the man he felt so deeply for. He was oblivious to their fate, but only knew the present.

And with that, the door opened. His lover re-entered... tears in his eyes... lush lips parted... and he spoke out the words...

A voice far off pulled him away from such a beautiful dream. A memory both joyful and devastation all at once. That discourse had been filled of panic. But what being did he know? Auds heard not a familiar tone but that of a stranger. It rang out in an unknown tongue. Such a thing was feminine, softer and shriller... And in that fact his heart sunk further. Such love had been decapitated long ago. It would not return to his essence...

Movement, now. He felt himself being dragged along the tundric wasteland. Still his muscles remained disobedient. Tired and spent from the travel, weak from the blood loss, and heart eternally wounded, it would not permit him to regain his composure anytime soon. Had he become prey to a bear? A badger? Perhaps another starved wolf had come to claim the meat of his corpse? Oh what tragic fate that would be. Such a noble creature to die at the horrid fangs of a rival predator. And a disgraceful one at that..

Still again, he felt his muscles slowly come back to life. Still, they refused to budge him and he splayed across the landscape, as all things must do when Death comes to claim them. Yet he was interrupted by a muzzle pressing against his own. It sent him a calming ripple, letting his body sink into such compassion with open arms.

...Mother...

Such a word caused his limbs to quiver as he slowly began to push himself up. Eyes snapped open as pain rippled through his body. In his moment of warmth he had been numbed and replaced with the horrid gift of mutilation. The image around him dazzled as the sun beamed from the snow. He saw a female wolf standing over him. His glacial optics turned to observe her face, but before they could do such thing they fell shut.

A sensation of being lifted enveloped him. A growl of protest was all he could muster. Still his body seemed to be against him in such civil war. The feeling of another body warming his own left him cautious but grateful. Melting into that frame, he let his eyes fall shut slowly. In such weariness, he deserted all himself and once again succumbed to his own mental exhaustion.

And the dream, yet again, would reiterate and leave his heart in its own sorrowful anguish...

Kyva's soft golden eyes fell shortly over the male wolf's body. He was a beautiful thing, long, lean, amazing. his blood only added to his features. She watched diligently as he twitched, and monaed softly in an unconcious state. A captivated Kyva lowered her head again to his, softly pressing her muzzle against his neck.

you look just like him.

Kyva shuttered, her eyes widening then. She did not want to think about that, not now, not now.

You smell...just...like him.

She flinched, almost whimpering at her sudden loss of control. her sanity hung on a moment, and she refused to let it fall from her now. for just a moment her tongue hund slightly from her mouth. She lowered her mouth to his, and then snarled, ore at herself. Tossing her head she closed her eyes. She saw..Cobar. A smile slowly crossed her muzzle. The large black wolf..god she loved him. She wouldn't let him go for the world. not for anyone, anything. Even having met him only days ago, she was heald captive in his eyes, her own heart locked tightly. She lcosed her eyes tightly. So why was he on her mind?She tossed the thought away and paid attention to the situation at hand.

She was startled as the wolf's eyes snapped onto her own, and then quickly fell away. She pressed her muzzle onto his again and growled softly. She spoke in a stressed, choked voice as she tried to fight back tears for the one from her past. She managed to do so only by shoving her own face into the thick, black pelt of the animal, and then regained her composure. Subtely she fell away as Deja lifted the wolf. She looked at the frozen ground and whispered softly to the strabger to hold on, and then took off toward the den.

As she ran the memories flooded in and out of her mind, she fought hard t push them away. She was so emotional right now. Hurt from the past..but overwhelmed by her feelings for Cobar. She wanted him so badly..She wanted him to want her, to need her. At the same time, her past experiences craved the cold, bitter rejection that sent chills down one's spine. A small part of her craved that feeling of being used, and thrown out. in emptiness she had found peace, and, now, in Peace, she had found love.

She barked to the other wolves as she entered the clearing, calling on them to bring food, anything, but fast. She herself did as she had with The other wolf, and brought back small amounts of water in her own mouth, which she let dribble into the loners. She nudged his chin hopefully and then backed away, laid down, and waited.

EDIT

Cobar raised his head, when he could see the three approaching. He tapped his backleg to the ground and his tail started wagging. However, the wagging stopped as Kyva cried for food. Cobar did not hesitate to get up for a second. He assumed the food was for the injured incoming wolf. He looked around himself, sniffing the air. There had to be something he could catch. Something close. There was no time for thinking right now, he decided as he splinted of. By the sound of it, Kyva, Deja and the newcomer were not far away, and Cobar wanted to bring food about the same time as they brough the new one.

At a distance, Cobar saw two dead rabbits laying on the ground. He raised his head, sniffing the air. Suspicious, no doubt about it, but they were in need of food. He carefully walked up to the two dead rabbits, licking his mouth as their blood was spilled on the pure white snow. They seemed horribly tastey, making Cobar wanted to just eat them whole.
He licked his mouth to remove the saliva, before bending down and picking the two up in his mouth. The moment he did, a cracking noise was heard. Cobar looked around himself, uncertain what was going to happen now. The ground under his paws cracked open, causing Cobar to panic as he leaped, to what he hoped was safety. He turned and watched how the hole were created where he once was. As he paused, another cracking sound was heard. This time, he ran away instantly, not going to stay around to see what was next. He whined out of fear, for the first time in months. He turned around, to watch the foundation where he just stood being covered with sharp metal spears from the trees above. It was a human trap. He lowered his head, sighing. If he had a better nose, he'd figured that earlier. Luckily, as always did his physical strength and speed save him where his other parts of the body failed.

Cobar released a deep breath, before walking back to where the den was. He had not been away for long. Not at all. He arrived at the den, tired and limping a slight bit. He threw the two rabbits on the ground, awaiting the return of the three. Mainly, he awaited the return of Kyva. He loved her badly, but had no idea how to express this emotion. Instead, he decided to do anything she asked him to do. Maybe trough time, she'd realise his emotions. Right now, he stood above his pray and ready to give it to the others. He held his left backleg up close to his body. He could not support his weight on it, due the pain. It was only temporarily, though, Cobar had been trough that before. Usualy when he overdo his speed. However, he could not realise why it always were his left backleg.