Snippet #1979534

Sorvon stopped in his tracks and lowered himself on his front paws, being careful not to make a sound and scare away his pray. He slowly crept closer, watching the rabbit before him closely as not to scare it, so it would peacefully go on eating, and it would be easy for him to catch the fat rabbit. So he silently crept closer on his front paws, then lowered his back and made himself ready to pounce.

He counted down, jumped up, grabbed the neck of the fat rabbit and killed the animal instantly. He than made a silent prayer for the rabbit and ate it silently, burried the bones and left the place.

He looked around and wandered across the borders of the territories, watching the packs making themselves ready for a patrol or anything. He remembered his days at the pack, and he as still part of it, just was rather alone to think and learn from others.

The old male sighed softly and sat down, gazing down at his paws with his eyes closed, he thought back to when he was younger, much, much younger. Time had gone so fast, he could hardly keep track of it, and as he slowly aged and the time went a bit faster, he watched the young grow older and die when of old age whilst he kept roaming around, seemingly unaffected by time itself. He only got wiser.

And he thaught other wolves too. He always taught other wolves whenever he wasn´t learning himself, passing on his wisdom to the younger and the bit older. That was how he was.