Post by Osaka Wulfbane on Mar 22, 2006 13:42:08 GMT -5
A wulf scurried through the snow. The snow was piling higher and higher as the wulf pushed through the knee-high snow. It's fur was covered in snow, and even ice. As it began to look around, it heard a whisp of wind. The storm was packing up, and getting bigger. The wulf started to rush through the snow, plowing right through it until it came to a hill. The hill was made of stone, perhaps a cave would be in the wulve's presence. The wulf stuck it's snout up and sniffed, it jerked it's head away in disgust. Growling at a horrible oder it had not smelled. It cursed, "there's no where else to go". It said. It quickly rushed to the hill, and the smell got thicker, and more ransed to the wulf. What is that smell?! it thought. The wulf came across a small opening in the hill, "A cave... shelter!" The wulf ran for the opening, but stopped at a shrieking howl, or what the wulf thought to be a howl. As it stopped, it looked up to the top of the hill where the noice came from. "who's there? Show yourself!"
