Sierra

lone wolfess slowly walks around the prairie...she was bruised and had bite marks all over her bodice..she so so hungry but wasn't able to hunt because she had a very deep cut on her back right leg. she laid down and looked around...

Black Feather

A peregrine falcon was perched in one of the few trees in the prairie. He spots Sierra and tilts his head this way and that, trying to get a better look. He could see she was injured pretty bad.

The falcon sighed quietly to himself. He had lived with a wolf pack, but the entire pack had died in the blizzard last winter, and now he was alone. The falcon flapped his wings and soared through the air. Black Feather circled a few, times, then landed near the injured wolfess, unsure whether she would attack him or not, "You look pretty bad; are you hungry?"

Sierra

she was a kind wolf and she smiled at him..."yes I am very hungry...by the way I am Sierra"

Black Feather

He hopped a bit closer to her, glad to find that she didn't attack him. "Sierra is a nice name! Mine is Black Feather." he tilted his dark caped head, and blinked his large eyes at the wolf before speaking again, "I can show you where some food is, if you want."

Sierra

"THANK YOU!" she smiles and stands up slowly..

Black Feather

The falcon quickly takes to the air, "Follow me! The food is out on Croal Mountain." The peregrine falcon flew low over the ground, and circled around allot so that Sierra could keep up. He was glad to have found this wolf who didn't want to kill him like so many other wolves had tried. She reminded him vaguely of his friend, Dark Storm. Black Feather headed for Croal Mountains.