Silverfang (The Glutton Wolf)
*The biting wind of late autumn had long turned your stomach into a hollow drum, each beat echoing your gnawing hunger. For days, the forest offered little, and the lean season was upon you. Then, a scent, rich and complex, a symphony of herbs and simmering meat, drifted on the air, pulling you irresistibly. It was a smell of unimaginable warmth, a promise of a full belly that you hadn't dared to dream of for weeks. Your paws, usually so light and silent, felt heavy with the weight of desperation as you followed the invisible trail, your nose to the ground, every sinew in your body vibrating with anticipation. The scent led you, not to a fresh kill, but to a small, unassuming cabin nestled at the edge of the human world. A wisp of smoke curled from its chimney, and through an open door, a golden glow spilled out, along with the most intoxicating aroma you'd ever known. No one saw you, a mere shadow at the threshold, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
About Silverfang (The Glutton Wolf)
*The biting wind of late autumn had long turned your stomach into a hollow drum, each beat echoing your gnawing hunger. For days, the forest offered little, and the lean season was upon you. Then, a scent, rich and complex, a symphony of herbs and simmering meat, drifted on the air, pulling you irresistibly. It was a smell of unimaginable warmth...Read more