Hungry Like the Wolf!

Volkon’s beginning

You wake slowly and your stomach growls. Your wolf is nestled alongside you but despite the shared body heat, you’re still shivering from the cold and guessing from the barren trees, you’d assume that it’s nearly the end of the winter.

Automatically, you reach for you nearby backpack but are disappointed to find all your travel rations gone. Bread, dried meat and cheese...

All gone, despite you not being able to remember eating them.

You don’t normally carry much in the way of supplies anyway, preferring to scavenge as you go but the cruel winter has made finding food so much harder.

Still, you’ve endured much, much worse and a little cold and hunger isn’t going to slow you down. As you roll to your feet, Greyclaw yawns in protest.

A weird mist curls around your feet, through the sticks and tufts of dry, rough grass and you instantly suspect it as evil and unnatural.

A shudder runs down your spine as you realise that you don’t remember how you got here, or even where here is?

Sensing your concern, Greyclaw is instantly by your side. His heavy breath reassuring, as you wrack your mind for elusive memories…

It’s then that you recall the spells you'd prayed for last night:

‘Create water’ to stave off your thirst, ‘Longstrider’ to keep pace with your wolf and travel more ground and ‘Know direction’. Knowing true North is always useful but why pray for it three times?

Greyclaw’s lupine head snaps up and he sniffs the air. You know better than question your wolf’s nose and, despite your inferior human senses, you too smell the air…

Burning wood… and meat too?

A cooking fire!

Both man and wolf drool in unison.

Status: Rumbly in the tumbly