The Hunt The wolf prepared to hunt again in the crisp winter air. Although the prey was sparse, the smell of rotten decay was still on his breath from yesterday's victory. Before leaving the den the wolf turned to take one last look at a tiny pair of eyes leering at him with a sadness all too familiar. This winter has been a particular hard one on the small family leaving them cold and underweight. Still too little and weak for his first hunt, the young cub stood to his feet and whimpered a goodbye to the wolf as he exited the comfort and protection of the small home for two. He needed to find food quickly due to the days growing shorter and the nights growing longer and colder than any nights that the wolf had ever endured in his short #life. It had only been one season since his mother had left the same den to search for nourishment for him and his newborn brother. Where did she go? Why did she never return? How will we survive? Their were many questions going through the adolescents mind as he assumed the role of the sole provider of the young duo. With nothing more than a willingness to make sure that his younger brother would never have to suffer the same questions, the young wolf preceded to forget all doubt and despair and become a father. We will live.....we will live.....we will live.....The hunt has begun. #wordroulette