Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.

Number of posts : 15 Pawprints : 41 Registration date : 2012-01-03

A dark bru descended through the loner terra. His muzzle pointed upwards, and he scented the air for any other wolves he would run into.
He'd come from around the Jabbar Junayd area, and was now deep into the land only known for rebel bands, or lone wolves. With a slight yawn, he felt himself become rather tired. But the hunger pang in his stomach drove him on, in search of a meal in silence. Kaiser, was his name.
A large, thick boned, evil appearing brute. Although, his heart was one of gold, his words softly spoken, and carefully thought out. Worn golden eyes searched on, ears swiveling for any sign, of well, anything. Limbs dragging him on, Kaiser continued. He hadn't been this tired, since..
Well, we won't go there.

Number of posts : 21 Pawprints : 36 Registration date : 2012-01-10

Garra sits in the sand, taking in the many scents. She senses Kaiser coming, but doesnt turn to meet him. Her eyes stare straight forward, unseeing. A cloudy web of grey and blue lines cover her eyes. She was blind and had Mature Cataracts. Without turning she speaks. "Hello there. Who are you." Her back still facing him. The wind is blowing so that her scent is going to him. There should be no way for her to know he's there.