Post by shadow on Oct 21, 2007 3:14:08 GMT
The silver wolf looked down at the knew pup suckling at her belly. It had begun to snow, and Silver had found a warm cave along the icecaps. The lone pup was a boy, and because of his strange white back she had decided to name him Snowcap. His father, a large white wolf named Blizzard, had gone missing a moon ago and presumed dead. The polar bears that hunted around here considered the mating wolves prey and had recently begun to feed on them. Enough wolves could drive one off, but that took at least four- The normal size of a small traveling pack. Silver sighed. Her mate was lost out there somewhere, but that did not mean he was dead. She licked the small scrap beside her nuzzled them. Yes, she thought heavily. Blizzard is not dead.
The cave began to give large shakes in a rythm. The trembling came from the entrance to the cave- and the only exit. Roar! The large white head and massive paws appeared as the bear tumbled into the cave, its large jaws gaping. Icikles began to fall from the roof of the cavern. The cave was about to collapse!
The cave began to give large shakes in a rythm. The trembling came from the entrance to the cave- and the only exit. Roar! The large white head and massive paws appeared as the bear tumbled into the cave, its large jaws gaping. Icikles began to fall from the roof of the cavern. The cave was about to collapse!
