Snippet #2426312

Griffin shook out his pelt and came back into the view of the campsite. He was a large male with a thick black pelt and amber eyes. He was probably slightly older than most of the wolves, 6 years old. He pressed himself down under a tree then looked around while licking his leg. His joints hurt again as usual, he wasn't what one would say is old but he was defiantly not young anymore and his body clearly knew it. Join pains were common for him now.

He looked around to determine what every member of the pack was doing then he set his eyes on LifeSimmer and the alpha, Ghost. For a moment he wondered what was up, maybe he had missed some-thing as well. For a moment he pondered but then his mind rested, there wasn't anything he really had to be doing which he could had missed out on. He relaxed again, removing his gaze and allowing his head to drop to the ground and his eyes close.

His peace didn't last long, it never did. The sound of rustling near him distracted him and made him open his browny orange eyes. It was just a bird, a small blackbird looking for insects in the snow. The forest was so alive, so active where as he wasn't He yawned, his yawn was some-what funny, sounding similar to the sound a cat would make when meowing, before he dropped his head back down and shit his eyes once again.