The light of the morning sun pierced through the trees, the warmth of its rays beating down on the sleeping wolf as his eyes lazily opened. It was a new day for hunting and exploring, although with the sense of danger lingering around it would be difficult to avoid it while hunting. Carefully standing up, Thorne stretched out his legs and body to relieve himself of any aches and built up tension before making his way down the tree, using the branches to make his descent to the ground. Shaking the bark and pine needles from his fur, Thorne continued moving on through the forest in search of water and maybe food as well, feeling in the mood for some fish at the moment. However, the sight of strange footprints in the ground caught his attention, the clear scent of hunter radiating from them, but with how small the footprints were he found it hard to believe that they belonged to a hunter.
With curiosity getting the better of him, Thorne wasted no time in following the trail of footprints, keeping his eye focused on the surroundings in front of him. The prints seemed to go all over the place, sometimes circling before going off in one direction only to return back to the same spot and travel off in a different direction. This was indeed a strange hunter, having never seen one act in such an unusual way before in his life as he kept following its tracks. The scent was getting stronger the closer he became, causing him to slow down until he was just a mere few feet away from the hunter he was tracking. Unfortunately, the hunter in question was not a hunter at all, but just a child that more than likely belonged to one.
The child was currently alone, his face stained with tear streaks as he sat on the ground, staring down while showing no hint of awareness towards Thorne's presence. As the wolf silently moved towards the child, he began to wonder what exactly he should do with it as ideas of either leaving it to die or killing it crossed his mind. Once he was standing inches from the child, Thorne let out a loud snarl that quickly grabbed the child's attention, a fearful expression being seen on the child's face as he stood up and backed away from the wolf until a tree stopped him from backing away any further. Thorne walked toward the child in response, still growling in a threatening way as he tried to make a decision of what to do with it.
With curiosity getting the better of him, Thorne wasted no time in following the trail of footprints, keeping his eye focused on the surroundings in front of him. The prints seemed to go all over the place, sometimes circling before going off in one direction only to return back to the same spot and travel off in a different direction. This was indeed a strange hunter, having never seen one act in such an unusual way before in his life as he kept following its tracks. The scent was getting stronger the closer he became, causing him to slow down until he was just a mere few feet away from the hunter he was tracking. Unfortunately, the hunter in question was not a hunter at all, but just a child that more than likely belonged to one.
The child was currently alone, his face stained with tear streaks as he sat on the ground, staring down while showing no hint of awareness towards Thorne's presence. As the wolf silently moved towards the child, he began to wonder what exactly he should do with it as ideas of either leaving it to die or killing it crossed his mind. Once he was standing inches from the child, Thorne let out a loud snarl that quickly grabbed the child's attention, a fearful expression being seen on the child's face as he stood up and backed away from the wolf until a tree stopped him from backing away any further. Thorne walked toward the child in response, still growling in a threatening way as he tried to make a decision of what to do with it.