Post by ✮ErInJaN✮ on Nov 24, 2011 1:18:59 GMT -5
Roulette sank to her elbows, whining. Slowly her hindquarters followed, and she lay in the sparse grass and snow. Her eyes ached and behind them her head ached too. The little she-wolf's hip bones protruded and her legs were like straight spindly sticks. Her belly however, was round and destended, but full of pups not food. If she did not eat soon, she and they both would die. She had eaten on a dead carcass, and some edible nuts from a tree, but neither had provided her with much nutrition. The female lay over on her side with a sigh.
What would death be like? She had been marked for it from an early age, named Roulette because of her terrible chances of survival. She had been born small, and had lived small, as the scapegoat omega of her pack. She had pondered death alot in her short life, but none of her pondering ever brought any answers. Her heart was pained at the thought of her pups dying already, never even having a chance at life. Well, she thought, maybe it was for the better. They would not have to expierience the cold cruel world, the unfairness of it. They would not have to endure conscious pain.
Roulette eased herself right side up, panting. She raised her head, but did not get up. She nibbled and licked at the snow in front of her, trying to get water. She longed for warm meat, cool water, and a warm place to sleep. She wondered if she'd stayed home with her pack if she'd have those things. She thought of going back to them. She would grovel for acceptance. But she had no idea where she was or how to get back to her home territory. She had been led too far. It was hopeless. Roulette lay her head on her black paws, the wind rippling through her brown outer coat. Hopeless.
