Dan however just sat back and sighed as he put his head in and started to lap up water. I'm drinking water like a dog! he thought. As he sat back he looked at her and said, "Come on Tala. We better go back to the den before the human hunter shows up."
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His father had barely eaten in days, living off the meagre vegetation that the coming winter had left. His appearance was sullen and pale, yet wild and alive with anger and determination. His face, now covered in a mass of grey hair, blended in with the environment around him. He put himself to the floor and began examining the end of the forest, where the wolf tracks continued up towards the mountains...
Wolves NEVER go near the mountains...it knows I'm stalking..
He laid his hands upon his improvised bow and arrow and grasped it meaningfully in his cold aching hands. The wear and tear of the journey had rendered his rifle useless, the cartridges penetrated by moisture and dirt. He was now left at the mercy of his violent instincts. His will to survive..his desire to win..his want for vengeance..his need to kill.