It's just a matter of time-

[Roslyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=a58e54] Small paws carried the maned wolf through the mountains of snow, paws easily falling right through the crust of frozen snow on the surface, making it a tiring journey. The cold tormented the scrawny female as she made her way through unknown lands in her never-ending search for the perfect home. One that didn’t contain a single wolf. It was unlikely that she’d find such a place, and just as unlikely that she would give up in her search. Canine company wasn’t something she wanted, but no matter where she went it seemed to follow her. Twice now, she had been stumbled upon by strangers. And both times, she’d tried to make it as clear as she could that she wasn’t looking for friends, but rather isolation. Grunting, Atara stopped in her tracks, brown eyes flicking skyward as she searched for the hidden sun. “Damn clouds,” Atara mumbled, eyes falling back to earth when her search for the golden orb failed. She had no idea where she was, and no way to figure out which direction she was heading without the sun. Sighing, she decided to continue on, all the while ignoring the ever present voice that always seemed to linger in her mind. Any other day, she may have snarled and threw a fit when the voice spoke, but today there more important things to think about. Like getting some food in her stomach, for one. It seemed ages that the female had actually had a decent meal, and she knew without food there was no way in hell she was going to survive much longer. So when the scent of rabbit trickled right into Atara’s waiting nose, she sighed in relief-but quickly stifled the sound in fear that she might lose her chance to hunt. It took her mere moments to locate the creature, her nose leading her starving body straight to the plump little rabbit. Crouching down in a particularly bushy area, Tara kept her eyes on the small creature. Already she could feel the saliva pooling behind her lips, her stomach anticipating the meal to come. Atara had nearly prepared to spring when the sound of the footsteps of a larger creature startled both the rabbit and Atara; resulting in the rabbit bolting and Atara’s head whipping toward the sound in an attempt to spot the culprit-and maybe escape-before it spotted her. Muse: Good. :] Words: Three-ninety-six. Tagged: Notes: I should have asked before I posted. >> Are we gonna do the capturing/saving all in one thread? owo;