The wetness of raindrops, the dirt and the stone. Akin to earthworms wriggling in the rain when their tunnels are flooded she squirmed before awakening. As if having had nightmares the wolf human sprung up on two feet.
Ric Halcon felt more like a drowning beggar than anything else and booze to push everything away had not been present for some time now.
Shambling like a corpse the mage gathered her bearings while observing a significant amount of blood, and guts lying about. What had transpired? Sniffing around she figured it was a deer or some kind of four legged herbivore.
The wind tore at her skin and had an easy time making its way past clothes like her torn brown wool robes and an abused peasant tunic.
Her body marched on with a fast pace egged on by the fact that no prey was nearby. She felt some form of refreshing energy building within from having eaten something before going to sleep but it was faint and she would need more, preferably with some regularity.
Unfortunately with the rain being so thick and the wind brewing up for a storm, shelter from the weather quickly became the next step in the journey.
Caves naturally inhabited this mountainous landmass and she had spent time in some of them on the way to the top already.
With those glimmering wolf eyes it was easy to spot a multitude of tracks. Many an animal had taken refuge inside this large gaping maw of a cave to hide from this storm and she could smell the majority where close.
A n aura of fear resided over the area, there was even the feint scent of sulfur and brimstone that means dragon or other volcanic beasts. Probably not something to worry about for now, might just have been a temporary visit months ago.
IT was not long before a mother mountain bear with her two cubs tried to defend themselves and died. Digging into the flesh and fur she began her feast.
