Can you tell me what they all died of?

Wind curled around the large charcoal and cream male, sending dead leaves up in a tornado. The male’s long fur folded around itself, curling for a moment to give him a wooly look. Bones closed his eyes against the updraft, blocking the dirt that the wind was determined to force into pupils. He had been battling the gale all day as he made his way to… well, wherever. He was simply traveling in a direction away from his old pack. The sniveling weaklings had been too content to follow him, so they stayed under the lead of the atrocious female.

But not Bones. He could brave the wilds just fine. Hardly anything wanted to cross paths with him. Really, the only other predator around that was threatening to the massive male was a bear, and perhaps another male wolf. Even then, though, it was hard for to find loner that wanted to cross paths with him, for he was clearly at his full weight when loners tended to be too thin. It made they easy target to put off balance. They were skittish too, but that, Bones supposed, was what kept the worthless lot alive.

Ain’t that what you are, right now? Bones’ mind suddenly asked. Ah, hell, he was, wasn’t he? A homeless clot with nothing but hurt pride to nurse. Bones snorted as the wind eased for a moment and he tucked his head against it as he bulled forwards. Well, he would soon fix his homeless problem. He was sufficient far away enough from his old pack now that he could find a new one to join. He was getting close too, he could smell the markers.

Bones clenched his jaw in irritation as he looked ahead. He saw the skyline of pine trees. Ah, yes. Well, the leader at least had sense of where to start a pack. The woodlands, even in winter, were sufficient stocked full of prey. Had to watch out for those nasty porcupines though… Bones grinned at the memory of quilled creatures. He had saved many lives from those torturous barbs - mostly of idiot tweens who had thought the ambling things easy targets. Well, it sure would be nice to be back under a canopy again. The trees would also provide shelter from the blasted wind!

Bone’s ears unfolded from being flattened by his skull as he approached the forest. For half a moment, he paused at the border to sniff the scent and then he crossed over it. He walked with his head and tail high and his ears erect. His orange eyes scanned the foliage for the wolves of the territory. Bone’s wanted to see just what kind of alpha and pack had claimed this woodland.

I’d say these people killed each other.

40 inches \\ 210 pounds \\ no imprint \\ no pack \\ Toulouse