Snow crunched beneath the behemoth’s obsidian hued paws. Snow had clung his ashy grey pelt as he traveled over that terrain. The day was calm, even the sun made an appearance through those grey clouds clinging to the sky with all their might. Old mister winter had layed his hands upon molodian once again. Sunset orange colored optics swept over the land infront of the gentleman. This was all new to him. His previous land had been burned down and bulldozed over. Humans had taken over the land and either shot the wolves with tranquilizer and transported them to the zoo or killed them for rewards and their soft, exotic patterned pelts. Leo needed to get the hell away from that place. He tried to save as many as he could but the mass of hunters growing upon their land was too much. So he took off, kept running for days until the thought of hunger made his belly rumble like a lion’s roar. Now here he was. This strange place like a beacon to him.
Leonard was one who could strike up any conversation with another. A somewhat social bug lets call him. So when he had saw the group hovered around the edge of that icy frozen water, curiosity took over. Long limbs carried his frame across the snow with ease as he neared the others. Auds began their slide forward until they faced the crowd. That’s when he had seen the elk. The dead carcass laying there within the confines of the water, almost as if he used his last dying breath to try and get a drink of water. The behemoth gentleman paused a few steps away, not wanting to intrude on them.
“You all smell so different”