01-30-2023, 07:20 PM
Bumbling steps carried an equally bumbling boy towards the scent of water. Faint scratches littered his nose as he moved forward, muzzle outstretched to feel his way across the landscape. His pelt hung on his body like an oversized coat. It caused the fur to part into clump sand to give him a more overall disheveled look than was typical of a young man his age. He was underweight, though not quite on the brink of starvation, with the only saving grace being that he'd been capable of scavenging some food. Add in that he was only a gangly yearling and he hadn't quite grown into the plush winter coat that had blossomed over his whole body in the past few months.
The muddy puddles weren't of interest to him because he could distantly scent what he wanted - a larger source of water that would quench his thirst. His ears even perked up as he heard some movement ahead of him as well. Faintly, perhaps just within the edges of his hearing, was the odd walk of what might be an injured wolf. He chuffed, lifting his head as his brows knit together in concern. He didn't know the nature of the wolf but if they were injured then Bayley had to offer some kind of assistance at least. He was familiar with a couple of herbs, though truthfully it would do little good in the dead of winter.
"Who's there?" he paused to boof ahead of him, his head lifting a little more as he scented the air now for their scent rather than for a sense of water. His ears perked up, and his tail even gave the faintest of wags. It'd been weeks since he'd last had company. Maybe he was lucky now.
The muddy puddles weren't of interest to him because he could distantly scent what he wanted - a larger source of water that would quench his thirst. His ears even perked up as he heard some movement ahead of him as well. Faintly, perhaps just within the edges of his hearing, was the odd walk of what might be an injured wolf. He chuffed, lifting his head as his brows knit together in concern. He didn't know the nature of the wolf but if they were injured then Bayley had to offer some kind of assistance at least. He was familiar with a couple of herbs, though truthfully it would do little good in the dead of winter.
"Who's there?" he paused to boof ahead of him, his head lifting a little more as he scented the air now for their scent rather than for a sense of water. His ears perked up, and his tail even gave the faintest of wags. It'd been weeks since he'd last had company. Maybe he was lucky now.