Snippet #1753813

As Nova journeyed back to where he assumed the others were, he heard a howl in the distance. He had not known the two she-wolves long enough to completely distinguish their calls, and only gave a parting guess to who it was, before walking towards the sound. Nova was tired of walking. He walked here, there, and everywhere it seemed like. When he finished this segment of life's grand game of walking, he arrived on the scene of Aylen tearing away at the flesh.

Seeing that the prime sections had already been stripped away, Nova didn't really see any reason to try and rush in. He watched her patiently, not saying a word. Her ravenous appetite was apparent, making his own hunger seem like a mild stomach ache in comparison. While he waited, as he had never expected or offered to be served first in his old pack due to his lack of rank, he glanced around at the billowing tree tops, the stoic heights of the mountains of the distance, and the hints of a long lost blue sky covered by a gray overcast day that hung over the woods. The forest never ceased to amaze him.