OsirisThe gray wolf moved along at a rather sluggish pace, carefully trying not to bump into any objects. Years without sight hadn't necessarily been kind to him but he had learned to manage. From the sounds of the birds chirping high up in the sky he knew it was dawn. With his keen hearing, it was hard for him to sleep at this hour.
What he really wanted was some food. He was sure his ribs were showing and his skin sat loosely on his bones. If he did not eat soon he would surely die of starvation. However, it wasn't exactly easy finding food when you're blind. Thus far he had managed to survive on left over carcasses he had found and the occasional week rabbit that he did manage to catch. Lately though, it seemed as if luck was not on his side.
Ouch! Whatever that was, it was sharp. Trees, bushes, and even the occasional rock were easy to avoid. Thorns and smaller pests were not. Well, just another wound to add. As he sat for a moment babying his paw he heard something. Was that another wolf? If they were hostile they might kill him. Ha! The thought made him laugh. Wasn't he already going to die? Perhaps he could get some food from them. It wasn't likely but he could at least try.
The wolf stood up again and then carefully made his way towards the voice.
