This, That or the Other?

[Sarlic]

TThe snow was fresh and so was the light blue sky that cleared itself of clouds above the forest, large and grand to those who were new - or at least to those who accepted such beauty in life. The few birds that were left flittered back and forth on thier branches, singing merrily to the windless air and to the great sun God Fenris above - but to them who knew, was it another God? Or was it's meaning anything at all? What right minded varg would honestly care?

One such varg wandered between the borders of distant territories, his mind snapping along with his muzzle. His pelt was thick but unkempt and matted, along with that and the crazed look deep within his green/yellow eyes he was a wolf to pass by and wonder - what had ever happened to him in his life?

Sarlic growled and whined and snarled all to himself, muttering and mumbling to voices only he could hear or to the crows and ravens that hopped along his path, taunting and teasing him to play...play the game of chase that everytime he lost to.

One such daring raven cawed and flapped down from a bare branch, pecking menicingly at Salic's pinned back ears and he snarled and yelped in fright, swivelling his entire body round as his hind legs pushed his frail form into the air after the fluttering and cackling raven. Snapping his jaws on nothing but thin air he decended and landed on all fours, stumbling slightly as he lsot balance but picked up his pace and continued forth, muttering and mumbling the way he had always done - he knew no better.

[Feran]

Feran lay under a a low hanging branch of a tree, taking full advantage of the shelter it provided from the cold wind. He was exhausted from another few hours of walking, another day of his journey to nowhere. His eyelids began to droop as he lay in the melting snow... sleep was beginning to take over his tired body.

Suddenly he picked up a strong scent... another varg was somewhere nearby. He became fully alert and lifted his head, looking left and right, searching for the source of this scent. He heard birds in the trees cackling with amusement, then a yelp, and the snapping of twigs. And then he saw it... a brown varg staggering in the distance, looking slightly flustered and glaring into the trees.

Feran's natural curiousity took over. There was something not quite right about this loner... Feran was sure he could hear this varg muttering and growling as it walked on through the forest. He lifted himself from his resting place and began to stalk after the strange varg, staying hidden behind the trees whenever he could.

[Sarlic]

A scent caught hold of Sarlic's flaring nasal and he barked suddenly and without warning. Giving himself a fright he jolted forward snarling. But when he realised it was only himself he chuckled and began to mutter words of stupidity to himself, dazzling yellow eyes searching the shadows for the other's pressence that he had scented.

But his nose brought him to nothing but a small thicket where the scent was strong and the ground dry. Another had been here only moments before...and now was gone. Another kerl? or was it a lost packmember who fled from his scent in fear of being attacked? He grinned and began to growl with delight...he had found somewhere to rest in peace.

Looking around him he realised he was alone...but still the scent hovered thickly in the air and he growled, mumbling in annoyance and anger he crawled into the space and curled up into a tight ball, snickering and mumbling away as if sinigng a psycotic lullaby. He looked at his unkept and matted pelt then shrugged. Spirng was coming and it would fall away soon enough to reveal a thinner and more managable pelt.

With a deep growl of pleasure for his findings he layed his head down onto his outsretched forelegs and licked his maw, lip twitching as his mind never rested...for who could truly rest in such a cruel land?