Ehecatl | Stalker

He who is guided by the wind.

A lithe male padded across the yellowing greenery, the lands had not seen rainfall in a long time causing plants to begin to wither and prey to move on to places that could support their population. His stomach groaned and twisted, a nagging reminder that he hadn't had a bite of food in days. Every trail of prey he had managed to find had either been snatched up by ravenous packs or smart enough to hide away during the hot day. Today seemed as though he would once again go without food as he continued to wander under scorching sun.

That was, until the scent of a fresh kill drifted pass his snout and caused him to hesitate. He certainly would have heard the whooping calls and yelps if a party had found something to eat. Licking his chops, he lowered his head and started forward cautiously. With the heat of the day, it wouldn't be too hard to sneak away with a mouthful of meat. Following the enticing scent, the male came to gap in stones. That couldn't be right, the kill was certainly a mature buck and the gap was barely larger than his own skull. But the scent didn't drift, only growing stronger as he crammed his head in the gap. Even if it didn't make sense, the rumbling of his underside overpowered his suspicions as he shoved his body in the gap. Good thing he didn't have anymore bulk to his build, or he may have found himself stuck forever. With a few firm pushes later and his hips disappeared inside of the tiny rocky hole.

The tunnel behind the opening wasn't much bigger, forcing him to crawl along the smooth rock, his body blocking out the sunlight that had trickled into the hole. It would be nearly impossible to back out now, so he continued forward, paw after paw, guided by the clear scent of food. The journey took too long for his tastes, beginning to leave him paranoid that his nose had failed him for once, luring him to his death instead of bringing him to a place to fill his belly. He had lost sense of time as he traveled past the same looking rocks, fur brushing against the walls and leaving his scent behind as he trekked on.

Finally, the tiny cavern opened up more, allowing him to stand back to his full height with a crack from each leg. A sparkle of blue caught his tired eyes, a welcome change from the nothingness he had been seeing until now. Luminously colored flecks of blue dusted the highest points of the small cavern. Strange.. He had never seen anything remotely like this. Fur bristling, he continued forward. A good meal was worth a bit of discomfort, especially in this drought.

Step, step, step, the male walked, head low. The scent was only growing stronger, making his mouth water at the concept of filling his belly. He paused as the tunnel turned into a massive cave, the roof caked in the glowing powder he had encountered before. His bark colored eyes narrowed, this seemed off. Cautiously padding forward, he came across the site he hunted for, a shallow dip in the stoney floor before him, overfilling with an assortment of carcasses. Ears perked, he picked through the bodies, settling on a young doe. That would be more than enough for his fill of food and if he was lucky he could sneak off with the leftovers. If he could sneak away before whoever was hoarding the kills could find him, that was.

Speak of the devil, another scent drifted into the cave, a wolf he didn't know. There was no way the carcass would fit back through the tunnel he squeezed through, but he wasn't willing to give up that easily. Matching eyes met his own, the male let out a low growl. There was sure to be other wolves, with a pile of food this big. He might be able to take on one but two would be far more than he was capable of. Instead of responding with the same aggression, the stranger tilted their head with an amused look.

"Now, how did you happen to get here? Nothing has ever managed to make it to our den unassisted and the spirit has been out of touch for a while now.." The wolf pondered aloud, eyes roaming over his thin figure. The growl that had started in his throat fizzled out, why weren't they fighting right now? What was with this strange wolf?

"Relax, friend, I can see that you could use some food. I'm sure we have enough to spare for another mouth. Though, maybe while you eat your fill, you can entertain me." The wolf asked with a chuckle, before turning to the pile and shifting around the carcasses. Hesitantly, he released his latch on the animal's throat, licking his lips before giving a quiet answer.

"The scent.." He started, "I can always smell what I need." The other wolf returned with a plump bird from the pile, speaking through the feathers. "You sound like Ehecatl, favored by the wind. I'm Glooskap, leader of the Song Weavers. The pack who's den you're currently in."

The dark wolf turns, heading to leave the opening. "You're welcome to stay here, if you'd like. Perhaps you could help our hunters, our stalker is getting a little, well, up there." They added in a sheepish tone before trotting away as if nothing happened.

"Ehecatl.." He spoke to himself. He hadn't really had much of a name before, he couldn't recall his mother. It didn't sound like a bad one to use. Settling down, he began to dig into his no longer stolen meal with a relieved sigh. That wolf wasn't too bad. Maybe he'd stay for a bit.. It was better than starving in the heat after all.


Ehecatl has found you. Dark Hazel and Flint base and Gen2. https://www.wolvden.com/wolf/8116198 Only 300 or 1