Post by Lonestar on May 2, 2011 2:25:05 GMT -5
Snow Angel*With a simply shift in the earth’s position, everything had changed. Foliage twisted and turned from hue to hue until finally the bronze tones claimed their fate. From the tree canopies they were to fall and rest upon the surface. Each crackling body of bay, seemed to hide the youth bellow them. Hidden within the scattered leaves where minuscule pin-wheeled shaped capsules, inside of them where the decedents of the tree life. These cloaked gifts only had two options, neither of which where under their control. The capsules were to remain masked by their lineage or become a meal from the scavenging herbivores. Not only were plants becoming scares, but with them came the disappearance of large game. Time was to become difficult for every living thing. It made since to me that things went into hibernation, but not lupines. Not me. We were some of the few carnivores that actually stayed moving about through the winter. The time of year was far more dangerous then it was during the warmer months. Daylight was only a few hours long and night ruled the sky. Normally I would enjoy this but not at this time of year. Now there was a shift on the food chain. For a brief time in the year, canines where not the top hunter of the dark for larger creatures where out. Blood thirsty, lumbering lards where out to stuff their gullets. They raged through the forestry as though they where never to eat again. I would be ready for one to lurk to close. A savage attack they would receive. My large, unrelated family of wolves could take down a bear with easy, especially with three mothers raising their broods. After all, there was nothing like the power of a mother. As the kindle of the star fell behind the mountain tops an overcast settled along the meadow. Bleached hairs fluffed up from my skin to trap the reminisce of heat from the day, stretching out my body once more before I slipped back between the rocks that formed a cave. Here I lay, to watch over the land. If a roe was to stumble out, it would become food. If any thing else where to lumber forth, it would become our game.