shivershade
your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others
Often times Shivershade could be found lounging around the banks of streams or rivers waiting for an easy meal. Why scout out food when eventually it would come to you? Every animal had to drink. Some were clever enough to sneak in and out without notice, hidden behind the tall fronds that were only now beginning to wilt with falls pressing days. Nights were growing longer and days shorter while the temperature began to cool rapidly. In the wake of such weather shifts his already long hair began to become denser, matting up down his spine and becoming a general nuisance. Already fall had shifted a few days, a rapid change back to mid-summer temperatures that had left him panting at the excess fur on his overlarge body before cooling once more. Shade rather hated the cool seasons. The only thing that was even something to look forward too was mating time and alas, he had no one to sooth his hormones with as it was, so now he had a rather lonely winter to look forward to.
Today he lounges on a rock near one of the waterfall overhangs, basking in the small bit of sunlight that would be afforded to him today. His chocolate brown fur sucks it up until it is almost too hot for him but his attention is elsewhere. Beneath one large tan paw a mouse is trapped, quaking against his pads, and in a lazy manner he lifts his paw. It darts forward in a vain attempt to flee but once more is crushed beneath his paw, squeaking and quite likely having a heart attack. It is a pitiful thing, merely a niblet compared to the other animals he catches around here. It might be so pitiful he spares it's life... but it all just depended on how magnanimous he felt today.
In truth he was bored. The mouse was a mousy thing, not worth his trouble, and he needed some sort of stimulation. So far he had yet to see another wolven soul this day and his brown eyes, rimmed in yellow, glance around before he lifts his tapered maw up and releases a deep, rich resonance into the air. Come one, come all, it claims, begging for attention, wondering idly who will turn up to entertain him and perhaps save the life of this measly little mouse.
(male) (six) (none)
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